#yarastarter

[overpoweredmumu]

The aroma of freshly ground coffee wafted heavily throughout the shop, along with the smell of freshly baked patisseries. Yara found herself sitting in the small coffee shop, just watching the world go by. Staring down at the thick ceramic mug, she noticed the steam that had risen from it when she had first placed it on the table had disappeared, hinting at how long she had been there.

[overpoweredmumu]

Closed Starter: @cxndyflvss

Yara wandered the city like a lost puppy, unable to find rest. Her body refused to be still. Her feet carried her relentlessly through the streets, and her mind constantly raced with thoughts on how to find her baby. Her eyes scanned every face, searching for any sign or clue, any familiar figure from the time she and her baby were taken.

As she walked down a bustling street, she suddenly noticed a familiar face and froze. There he was—Marco, the man she once considered a friend during their harrowing time trapped on Lake Grimstone. Memories of their desperate pact to escape together flooded back. They had sworn to never abandon each other, yet when Marco managed to flee, he left her behind, a betrayal that still stung like salt in an open wound. Anger surged within her, propelling her forward.

Without hesitation, Yara stormed up to Marco and slapped him hard across the face. The sharp sound of the impact silenced the market around them. "You rat bastard! How could you?" Yara spat, her voice trembling with rage and hurt. "We made a pact, Marco! We promised to leave together, or at least to come back for one another!"