Heroina ❲2026❳

Elena didn't flinch. She gripped the iron key. "History isn't written," she whispered, her eyes glowing with a faint, ghostly amber. "It’s remembered. And the city is finally waking up."

The vision snapped back to reality, leaving Elena gasping. The Governor was the city’s "savior," the man promising to scrub the streets clean. But the key sang a different song—a song of a massacre covered up to build a shining new empire. Heroina

"You should have stayed with your books, Elena," a voice rasped. Elena didn't flinch