Crimson Eternal (Completed)

Ophelia Morvyn had never thought her life particularly remarkable. Between dragging herself to early lectures, clocking endless hours at the library, and collapsing each night into the same narrow bed in her cramped apartment, the days blurred into one another. Sometimes she wondered if this was all adulthood was meant to be-an endless loop of exhaustion and monotony. Her professors praised her diligence, her peers admired her discipline, yet inside she felt hollow, as though she were drifting through someone else's script. That was why, on a gray Thursday afternoon, the envelope lying in her mailbox made her stop in her tracks.