The Dead Days

(Credits to the artist)

Worse than average. That's how Ariadne Hartz described herself. In a world where power and looks are on the same stage, she is bound to be overlooked and ignored. In a blink of an eye, the world that she once knew changed, she found herself changing as the world she lived in became harder and harder to survive in.

(This story is going nowhere and I'm pretty trashy at writing so please feel free to point out my mistakes, also English isn't my first language so please correct me for wrong grammars or something)