Rose And Aaron : Shadows Of Rosewood

Prologue

The night air was thick with the promise of rain, the sky a canvas of deep gray streaked with flashes of lightning. Rosewood, usually so quaint and serene, seemed to hold its breath in anticipation of the coming storm. The streets were eerily silent, save for the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant rumble of thunder.

Leana's footsteps echoed softly as she hurried down the empty corridors, her heart pounding in her chest. She clutched her bag tightly, every nerve on edge. She had uncovered something terrible, something that could bring down powerful people. And now, they were after her.

Her mind raced with thoughts of her friends, Rose and Aaron. They would know what to do. They would help her. She just needed to reach them. But as she turned the corner, her breath caught in her throat. A dark figure stepped out of the shadows, blocking her path.

"Going somewhere, Leana?" The voice was cold, dripping with menace.

Leana's eyes widened in fear. She was not able to recognize them as their face was covered. "Please," she begged, taking a step back. "You don't have to do this."

The man's face twisted into a cruel smile. "I'm afraid it's too late for that. You should have stayed out of it, Leana. Now you know too much."

Leana tried to run, but another figure emerged from behind, grabbing her roughly. She struggled, her cries for help swallowed by the roaring wind. Her bag fell to the ground, the papers and recordings spilling out, unnoticed.

"Let's make this quick," the man said, his voice a low growl. "No loose ends."

As the storm finally broke, rain began to pour down in torrents, mixing with the blood that stained the ground. Leana's lifeless body lay still, her eyes staring up at the stormy sky, the secrets she had uncovered dying with her.

Across town, Rose Graham sat in her room, a sense of unease creeping over her. She glanced at her phone, willing it to ring with a message from Leana. But the night remained silent, save for the drumming of rain against the window.

Aaron Martinez paced his living room, his mind preoccupied with their latest findings. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. He picked up his phone, dialing Leana's number, but it went straight to voicemail.

"Where are you, Leana?" he muttered, anxiety gnawing at him.

Unbeknownst to Rose and Aaron, their world was about to be shattered. The loss of their friend would set them on a path of danger and discovery, unraveling a web of deceit that threatened to consume them all.

As dawn broke over Rosewood, the storm's fury subsided, leaving behind a town forever changed. And in the quiet aftermath, the echoes of Leana's final moments lingered, a haunting prelude to the journey that lay ahead for her friends—a journey that would test their courage, their loyalty, and the depths of their hearts.