The building’s dimly lit exterior and graffiti-marked walls were a stark contrast to the opulence of the party they’d just left. Inside, the elevator creaked and groaned as it ascended, the walls scrawled with faded vandals and forgotten memories. Theo couldn’t help but notice how Savannah seemed entirely unfazed by her surroundings.
“I’ve lived here since my days at the academy,” she explained as the elevator doors rattled open. “This place is dear to me. I couldn’t bring myself to give it up. The community here has always been good to me. They became my friends.”
As they entered her apartment, Theo was surprised by the sharp contrast to the building’s exterior. The space was small but cozy, with clean lines, warm lighting, and a sense of personality that felt undeniably hers. Savannah
