Flora’s POV
My footsteps echo against the cold concrete as I climb the last set of stairs leading to the rooftop. My heart pounds with every step, and my fingers grip the rail tightly, as if letting go would send me spiraling into the unknown.
When I push open the heavy metal door, the crisp night air greets me, sending a shiver down my spine. The city sprawls beneath me, lights flickering like a million secrets waiting to be uncovered.
I step out cautiously, my eyes scanning every corner. There’s no one here.
The rooftop is eerily quiet, except for the distant hum of traffic and the occasional gust of wind. The paranoia settles in my bones—I shouldn’t be here. This feels like a setup.
I wrap my arms around myself, glancing over my shoulder, expecting someone to emerge from the shadow
