Panels flicker like memories, and the tension coils tighter like a string about to snap.
[Scene — Abandoned Church on the Hill | Nightfall]
(Footsteps echo in the silence. Mira walks slowly, Rihanna supporting her. Her eyes—once wide and kind—are steeled now, haunted but determined.)
Mira (gazing up at the cracked cross):
“This place… we used to hide here when we were kids. Dahlia, me… and the others.”
Rihanna (softly):
“And now?”
Mira (half-smile, bitter):
“Now we hide from ourselves.”
(The wind picks up. A figure steps from the shadows — Blossom.)
Blossom (arms crossed, aloof):
“You’re late.”
Mira (no emotion):
“You’re still a snake.”
[Narration — brush line cuts clean through the panel like a sword slash]
Two women, both carved by the same war, both scarred by Dahlia’s choices… and neither ready to forgive.
[Scene — Dahlia’s private study | dim amber lighting]
(Dahlia stares at a map, red markers blooming like blood. Hana stands behind her, silent, waiting. A panel focuses on Dahlia’s hand—shaking.)
Hana (gently):
“She’s alive. That’s all that matters now.”
Dahlia (without turning):
“No. What matters is what she becomes now.”
(She slams a pin into the map—right over “Veys District.”)
Dahlia:
“Because I will burn down anything that tries to take her away again. Even if it’s her.”
[Narration — panel ink seeps slowly like poison in tea]
A love like Dahlia’s was not tender. It was fire wrapped in velvet. Beautiful… and deadly.
[Scene — D.U. and Evenie meet on the edge of Sector 9]
(Trash burns in barrels. D.U. flips a coin. Evenie’s coat is pulled tight against the wind.)
D.U. (grinning):
“You sure you want in on this?”
Evenie (eyes hard):
“Hana’s my best friend. Mira was my sister. I won’t watch them bleed again.”
D.U. (nods once, flipping his coin again):
“Then we’d better sharpen our blades.”
[Narration – frame bleeds into black, white lines trembling]
A war was coming. But it wasn’t about bullets this time. It was about memories, betrayals, and promises whispered in the dark.
[Scene — Flashback | Mira’s coma dream]
(Soft panels, almost glowing. Mira sees herself as a child, running in a field of marigolds. Dahlia and Hana laughing behind her.)
Young Mira (turning, smiling):
“Don’t ever let go, okay?”
Dahlia (dream) (reaching out):
“I won’t. Even if you hate me.”
(The dream fades. Mira’s fingers curl in the present.)
[Scene — Later, Mira stares out of a car window | Rihanna drives]
(Her eyes reflect streetlights. She speaks without looking away.)
Mira:
“You know what hurts the most, Rih?”
Rihanna (quiet):
“What?”
Mira (coldly):
“That I still love her.”
(Panel: Mira’s reflection, tears running down without her noticing.)
[ Panel — Dahlia holding Hana’s hand in her hand, staring straight into her eyes. Her voice a whisper only the shadows hear.]
Dahlia(softly):
“She’ll come back to me. She always does.”
Hana (smiles bitterly thinking ):
*am I the one...creating distance between them?* (as if 1000 knives pearcing her heart thinking *Maybe i should leave*)
Hana (thinking):
*Although I'm with her...her eyes searches for Mira... maybe if I didn't exist in first place_
[Dahlia put her head into Hana’s shoulder interrupting her thoughts]
Hana (smiling):
Maybe for this moment ...but you are mine
[screen shifts]
[The wind sweeps across like the moon trailing over a still lake]
[Setting: The edge of Ren’s mountain villa – mist curling around the distant pine trees, the twilight bleeding a dull gold through the clouds]
Ren (standing alone by the railing, dressed in her usual black silk robe, hair brushing her cheek in the wind):
"I can feel the blood in my veins humming again... like the past won’t rest."
(Footsteps crunch softly behind her — it's Blossom. Her crimson gloves are folded neatly in one hand.)
Blossom (casually leaning on the rail beside Ren):
"You always brood before a storm. Is this one personal or just business?"
Ren (tilting her head slightly, eyes never leaving the fading horizon):
"Both. They're sending a new message... through Mira."
Blossom (raising a brow):
"You mean Rihanna's men? I thought she’d gone quiet since Mira was injured."
Ren (voice low, icy):
"They weren’t her orders. Someone else is moving pieces now. Someone deeper. Smarter. Mira was the key they failed to steal."
[Meanwhile — Back in Hana’s apartment, warmth spills from the golden lights. Evenie (Hana’s childhood friend) paces, holding a folder thick with surveillance images.]
Evenie (slamming the folder on the table):
"They’ve been watching you, Hana. Since Rome. You and Dahlia both. And now with Mira down and Rihanna vanished, we’re next on their list."
Hana (quietly, gripping the folder, her jaw tightening):
"This isn’t just about power anymore, Evenie. This is about loyalty. About the blood we've chosen to keep."
[In a dark room Kea sitting on a sofa reading a book , moon touching her face and stars trapping in her eyes telling an unknown story]
Kea (reading gently):
"Even a caged bird dreams of sky, even if the sky burns her wings."...
[Narration final — across stars]
Not all scars fade.
Not all loves heal.
But some…
Some survive
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