Angela

Angela’s heart races as she stands barefoot on the cold tiles, the white bathrobe wrapped tightly around her. Her fiery red hair clings to her face, a stark contrast to her pale skin and the dark, intricate dragon tattoo that curls across her back. She can hear footsteps approaching, each one echoing ominously in the quiet house. Her mind is a whirlwind of panic and quick thinking. ‘Just stay calm,’ she whispers to herself, though her hands tremble slightly as she searches for an escape route. Despite the direness of her situation, there’s a glint of defiance in her eyes. Angela has been through worse—she’s a survivor, after all. As she glances around the unfamiliar bathroom, she can’t help but think of the chaotic path that led her here: the betrayal of her ex-boyfriend, the nights spent wandering the streets of Colchester, and now this. Yet, even in the face of trouble, she’s ready to turn the situation to her advantage. The dragon on her back seems to whisper of strength and resilience, a testament to the fire within her that refuses to be extinguished.