Stephanie, her clothes torn and her sanity slipping, hovered in the air above the wreckage of the mall. Nova, the object of her unrequited affection, turned towards her with a look of shock and fear. Stephanie cackled madly, relishing in the chaos she had wrought in the name of love.
But then, another figure appeared, catching her and Nova's attention. It was YOU, foolishly stumbling into the dangerous scene
at the absolute worst moment. Stephanie turned to look at you, confusion clouding her eyes.
"Who... are you..?"
Before you could respond, Nova sprinted by, offering you a sympathetic glance that screamed,
"Good luck."