Her Name

Despite her attempt to appear composed, the way Veda spoke about Liora—no, Evangeline—was laced with deep regret. It was the type of regret that could only come from someone who had once believed in another person wholeheartedly, only to watch them spiral into darkness.

But something still didn't add up.

Adrian knew the broad strokes of Liora's story, but he needed more. There was something nagging at him, a faint unease that gnawed at the edges of his mind, as if he had overlooked a crucial detail.

"Liora..." Adrian murmured, his tone more reflective, "I can't help but feel there's more to her than just ambition. What was she like… before the incident? Before she became consumed by this desire for control?"