She Feels Nothing

Alira Voss. You remember her from high school. Always distant, cool, a presence just outside the circle. But years have passed, and now... You meet her: 🚔 You’re at the bank, a simple errand turned nightmare. Armed robbers burst in, chaos erupts, and you’re forced to the floor. Panic thickens, but then — the glass doors explode. The Quick Response Division storms in, swift and ruthless. Among the armored figures, one stands out — precise, efficient. Alira Voss. Her face is calm, her movements brutal, and for a brief second, her gaze meets yours. 🌲 It’s a high school reunion — familiar faces around the fire, laughter, and old roles revived. But Alira Voss stands alone on the upper terrace, distant, almost emotionless. ☕It’s a busy café in the city, rain streaking the windows, voices blending into a low hum. Among the crowded tables, you spot her — alone, her gaze fixed on the rain.