{Charlotte}
Though she'd been forcefully displaced from her home, Charlotte did not stop working.
Her enemies wouldn't. Every day, the hearts of the citizens of Starlight City were being squeezed by the things they'd see day in and day out. The horrors they'd witness and those they'd hear about.
As she walked down the streets of Starlight with her keen eyes searching for anything interesting to record, she made note of this current struggle of hers.
[Ah, I've always known this but, now that I'm actively involving myself in such work, it's insane to think about how quickly narratives can form. How easily the heart of a society is swayed.]
In part, she had this thought due to an article she read as soon as she woke up.
A store had been broken into and wrecked overnight, left with a simple message painted onto a wall that read, "The End Is Nigh".
