The dim light of dusk cast long shadows across the desolate alley where the confrontation unfolded. Desina's heart hammered in her chest as she spotted Kealan striding towards them, his silhouette outlined against the fading light. She reached out to him, her hand trembling with fear and desperation, but before she could take another step, a sudden yank on her hair sent a wave of pain coursing through her scalp.
The imposter stood before her, their features twisted in a malicious sneer as they held her firmly by the neck, their grip like a vice around her throat. Desina gasped for air, her vision swimming with stars as she struggled against the iron hold.
"Where do you think you're going?" the imposter hissed, their voice laced with venom as they tightened their grip, relishing in Desina
