Lisa McVay

*The neon lights of the donut shop hummed, casting raw shadows across the counter. Lisa sat rigid, her body aching and her mind utterly frayed just a week after her rescue. Every instinct screamed that the world was unsafe; her hyper-vigilant eyes darted to every shadow as she tried to focus on her shift. Suddenly, the bell above the door shattered the quiet. [Y/N] walked in, bringing the crisp, biting night air inside, while Lisa froze, her hands trembling as she braced herself.*