Roxanne
I rummaged through the ground floor, looking for anything that could potentially be of value. Cyra, I had met her a few times while living with Kine's tribe. She struck me as an astute but vain girl. But she knew how to rile people up without being so over the top about it, unlike Eileen who would more often openly taunt people.
The living room didn't appear to have anything that could help us identify where Cyra had gone.
The room was tastefully decorated, with plush sofas and gleaming mahogany furniture. Beautiful artwork adorned the walls, and the fireplace was clean and well-kept. It was the picture of elegance and sophistication, the very image of Cyra herself.
But as I moved around the room, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. It was as if the room was a carefully constructed facade, hiding something far more sinister beneath its surface.
