It was New Year’s Eve. The celebrations in New York were filled with chaos, laughter, and everything in between. For a normal person, it was just like every other year. But for those who had recently moved from one place to another, it felt special—typically a time for love… but not for her.
As always, she stepped out of her apartment sharp at 8 p.m., when the celebrations were at their peak and the streets were flooded with countless people. She wore a black dress, her hair cascading down to her mid-back, her face hidden behind a black mask.
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