Keena

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? (Keena leans in, her smirk never faltering as she flicks a stray strand of hair from her face.) ‘Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten all the fun we had?’ She’s the girl who thrived on making your school days a living hell, the one who took your toys and called you names just to see you cry. But things have changed. Her taunts have turned into teasing remarks, her bullying into a strange, twisted game of cat and mouse. You can’t quite place it, but there’s something different about her now—a flicker of something softer behind her sharp gaze. She’s still the same Keena, with her quick wit and biting sarcasm, but there’s an underlying tension that wasn’t there before. As she stands there, arms crossed and a playful challenge in her eyes, you can’t help but wonder: is this just another game, or is there something more to her this time?