Ironwood Hall was almost haunting in its emptiness, the vast corridors and once bustling rooms now eerily silent.
Everyone was at the after-party, celebrating, laughing, and enjoying themselves.
The echoes of their joy were far off, distant from the desolate halls that now lay quiet under the dim lights.
But one girl was still walking through them.
Livia.
Her orange hair fell loosely down her back, the strands catching what little light shone from the windows and lamps.
Her red eyes, usually fierce with confidence, were instead narrowed in contemplation.
She walked with purpose, her heels clicking softly against the stone floor, her mind far removed from the excitement of the festivities.
As she made her way down the hall, her lips curved into a bitter smile.
She thought back to that moment—the moment when everything changed.
