For Amelia Falls, it starts of as an average day: work, sleep, school, eat. Just that process on repeat as the days and hours go by on a constant reel like a movie on replay that soon enough tires you out. That's the life for poor Amelia, who is barely getting by these days in America.
However, that changes soon enough...
After about 2 months after moving to America, she realizes something strange happening, a continuous cycle of images in the shadows, dancing with the walls that surround her home, a place she once called safe, turning into a dangerous scene unfolding very slowly to reveal a backstory she wished she never remembered. This shadowy figure was always only a few meters away from her but soon got to a closer distance so even she could tell it was at least a female body, toned as a fit sculpture that clung to the muscle the figure had on them.
Describing her was difficult as Amelia's friends would call her a bit crazy but thought it was a joke yet some stated she was just paranoid around the new area she was living in. Her mind ran everywhere as she kept seeing more frequent appearances by the stranger and she got a clear view of them: a tall female (about 5'9) who wore a tight shirt that showed her toned body off, making girls and guys jealous, black skinny jeans that showed her calves and curves. Her hair was short and a midnight black, so dark that you could see stars in it if you looked oh so carefully, bright green streaks ran through her hair as if they represented her memories flowing through the figures mind. Her eyes were full of wonder and sorrow, an ocean blue caressing her irises as if her pupil was the sandy part of the beach, winged eyeliner that just deepened the stare that scared even the most powerful of people. The irony being that they held such evil venom that one glare could set you alight into a beautiful dance of flames yet could hold the most caring expression at the most rare timings. On her right arm, above the elbow, was a placed tattoo only the most powerful people could own, a very detailed phoenix covering the whole top half of her arm, reds and oranges joining together to create such a vivid image of a phoenix rising from the ashes. Yet one thing was off about this tattoo, it only had one wing. Amelia didn't question it. The woman looked about 24, a young adult.
These appearances kept getting more frequent, she always questioned if she should call the police but always got convinced otherwise as they may think she's crazy as well. Amelia always questioned what she should do?