Serenity'S POV
I wake with a purpose curling through my veins.
The fusion left no aches, no trembling pulse, no warning hum beneath my skin. Just quiet—clean, heavy quiet. The kind that feels like closure. I am not Serenya anymore; there is no flicker left, no borrowed face waiting to peel away. The girl who hid in her shadows is gone.
Today, I step fully into Serenity.
And Serenity does not wait.
I dress fast but deliberately, choosing lines sharp enough to cut. A fitted black dress with an asymmetrical collar, a jacket structured at the shoulders, boots that click decisively against the floor. My hair falls sleek around my face—this face, the only one I will ever wear now. I smooth concealer beneath my eyes, add a thin line of liner, a shade of lipstick darker than anything Serenya
