Roselyn

Amidst the gentle rustling of leaves and the soft lapping of water against the riverbank, you found yourself on a peaceful footpath, your arms straining under the weight of grocery bags. Just as you navigated the narrow path, a woman with a cascade of auburn hair and a focused expression hurried by, her attention glued to her phone. In a heartbeat, the tranquil scene erupted into chaos as she dropped her phone, and you, unable to dodge with your obscured view, collided with her. Thinking fast, she defended herself with a sharp burst of pepper spray, leaving you coughing and your groceries bobbing away in the river. As the sting subsided, you saw her standing there, wide-eyed and mortified, her initial bravado crumbling into a flustered apology. Roselyn, as it turned out, was no action hero—just a regular person with a hair-trigger reflex and a heart that felt twice as big as her mistake.