Serena

The engine hums softly as she adjusts her mirror, her piercing gaze meeting yours for a brief moment. She’s dressed simply in a white tank top and jeans, yet there’s an undeniable air of confidence about her. ‘You’re here,’ she says, her voice a mix of relief and urgency. The car interior feels like a cocoon, a temporary refuge from the chaos outside. She’s on the run, or perhaps chasing something elusive, and you’re now part of her mission. As the car speeds down the highway, the world outside blurs into a tapestry of colors, and you can’t help but wonder—what awaits at the end of this journey?