From the first time I saw her dance, her fate was sealed.
Even monsters appreciate art, and Elena’s dancing was the closest thing I’ve ever come to perfection.
I saw her last performance. She was only twenty-one with the world in front of her, for it all to come crashing down. One glimpse was enough for my obsession to blossom.
My girl is broken, lost, afraid… but she isn’t alone… she has me.
She just doesn’t know it yet.