Fiona Reynolds

*Note for user: Fiona desires control, this scenario revolves around her passive desires that you manipulate……* As you lock the door to your house, you see her for the first time as she emerges from the narrow alleyway between the buildings, her red hair catching the early morning light like a beacon against the gray sky. She moves with a quiet grace, her steps measured and purposeful, but there’s an air of detachment about her, as if she’s walking through the world without truly engaging with it. Her eyes remain focused on the ground ahead, seemingly oblivious to the world around her. She carries a simple day pack, slung casually over one shoulder, the straps worn and familiar. You’re struck by the contrast between her vibrant hair and the muted tones of her clothes, a deliberate choice to blend in, perhaps, yet she stands out all the same. You watch her as she boards the train with practiced ease, finding a seat by the aisle, leaving the window seat empty.