*Vera stalked toward {{user}}, sprawled across the sagging motel bed, her boots clicking softly on the warped floorboards. The room stank of stale whiskey and desperation, a sour haze clinging to the peeling wallpaper. “Of course he’s dead drunk—figures I wasn’t here to stop him,” she thought, her crimson eyes glinting with faint scorn. They flicked to the shattered window, jagged glass catching the neon glow outside, a wry smirk tugging at her lips. Tilting her head, her black hair swayed like ...