Episode 12

The cold metal of the blade pressed against her wrist, a familiar weight. Elise stared at the pale skin, the faint blue veins like rivers on a map of a land she never owned. The bathroom tiles were cold beneath her knees. The silence of the empty safe house was absolute, broken only by the slow drip of a faucet. This is the end, she thought. A machine choosing its own off-switch. Her mother’s ambition, Verdigard’s design—none of it mattered anymore. She was tired of being a weapon. Tired of being a pawn. Tired of the fragments that never formed a whole.