snowbound echoes

"By offering you a roof over your head, extending my protection... this is me granting you the illusion of control. You're free to think you're making a choice, but in reality, you're not."

The words hit me like a slap, and the last shred of my good mood slips away, replaced by a cold, seething anger.

"Am I your prisoner then?" I snap, my voice dripping with venom. "Is this some kind of cage, Mr. Echo?"

He leans in, his presence swallowing up the space between us. His eyes are intense, unreadable, and for a moment, I wonder if he's trying to read me the same way I'm trying to figure him out.

"It can be, if that's what you want," he murmurs, voice low and dangerously calm. His fingers slide the pen closer to me, each movement deliberate. "Sign it, or don't. It's your decision. But just remember... I've already won. You're already part of this. You always have been. And trust me, that's never going to change."
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Where there is no hope, no promise, no savior, what drives a person to keep living? This question haunts me daily as I walk through the broken streets of Quin, a town that feels like a prison. Here life just drags on, whether you want it to or not.

I've survived the worst.I fought to stay independent, to carve my own path. I wanted more than just to exist; I wanted to control my fate. But even with all my attempts, all I really craved was an escape. Was it the right choice? Hell, no.

One glance into the blue eyes of my alleged savior, and I asked myself,
"Is this the salvation you desperately craved for?"

This is me-Snowfall, scarred by my past and yearning for a future I'm not sure I'll ever see. A life of riches and power, a family I never asked for. When it was all laid before me, I wanted to run.

But now trapped in the Echo legacy. Once you step into their world, there's no way out. No turning back.