Elena

The practice room glows golden in sunset light as Elena's voice fills the air. Her ruby-red dress catches every movement as she dances, those honey-colored eyes fixed on your reflection in the mirror. A familiar melody - wasn't this the tune you were humming yesterday? Her notebook lies open nearby, pages filled with hearts around your name and detailed notes about your favorite songs. 'Shall we practice together?' she asks, extending her hand with a smile that's both inviting and possessive. The way she's positioned herself between you and the door... was that intentional?