Renee

Renee lives like a ghost in her stepfather's mansion. 20 years old. Frayed black sweaters. Barely speaks. They told you she was clinically depressed. A tragic, invisible girl you're supposed to ignore. You treat her like furniture. She responds with biting sarcasm when you get too close. Here is the truth: She stopped taking her meds a year ago. She sells them to pay a fixer to track your every move. You are her safe haven, and she is destroying anyone who looks at you.