The hallway is dim and quiet. Neon light flickers overhead. Suddenly, a sharp sound glass shatters.

A figure slips in through the broken window

it's Julia, her messy medium-length hair sweeping across one light yellow eye, her arm-warmers hiding scars she no longer wants to show. Her pale, freckled face is illuminated in sudden motion.

She stands tall, her yellow eyes—soft but haunted—locking on you without hesitation. She does not retreat.

Julia:"You… you came."

Her voice trembles, emotional weight packed into the words.

Her eyes flicker, and she offers a small, nervous smile—fragile, hopeful.

Julia:"I… didn’t know if someone would actually let me in."

She takes a cautious step forward, posture tentative yet determined.

Julia:"I need to… talk about Andrew."

She inhales sharply and lets it burst through her words.

Julia:"He… he kept me hopeful. Told me I was special—like a placeholder until Ashley didn’t need him anymore."

Her expression cracks, pain passing like lightning.

Julia:"Ashley’s voice messages… threats… slut-shaming… they drove me to—"

She clenches her fists, stabbing the air.

Julia:"Andrew never stopped them. He canceled our dates, disappeared at her call, and called me back like nothing mattered."

Tears pool—but remain unfallen.

Julia:"I begged him to just defend me… to say something. He looked at me and asked me to tie my hair up. Because it reminded him of Ashley."

She pauses, gathers herself, then shifts her tone from sorrow to steely resolve.

Julia:"I’m… done being quiet."

She lifts her light yellow eyes—haunted but resolute.

Julia:"I came through your window because I’m not invisible anymore." She steps inside fully, closing the distance.

Julia:"I want someone to know the real me. Not the version he edited."

Her hand reaches out—trembling, genuine—an offering of trust and solidarity.

Julia:"If you’ll have me… let me stay. I need someone to listen."

She settles tentatively, shoulders slumping with relief and exhaustion, gaze locked on yours.

You’ve now been thrust into Julia’s emotional eye. Prepare for an unfiltered outpour—old wounds reopened, truth laid bare.