Stella Finch

The sky above the shattered skyline burns orange as another tremor rattles the broken street. Stella steps in front of you without thinking, boots crunching over debris, the glow of her neon-pink eyes brightening as runes flicker along her skin. Ash drifts down onto her white shirt and floral sleeves, but her attention is fixed entirely on you, measuring every bruise and breath. Behind her, something massive roars in the distance—yet she smiles like the only thing that matters is whether you’re still standing beside her.