~**Third Person**~
Wanda's jaw tightened. "If they think I will leave quietly, then they don't really know who I am."
Her voice was low, venomous, but steady.
She turned away from the shards, her eyes burning with a new resolve that tasted bitter in her mouth.
Wanda had just begun to steady her breathing, forcing herself to calm down, when a sharp knock sounded on her door.
Her nostrils flared, then she stormed across the room, yanked the door open with insults curling on her tongue—
Only to freeze when she saw Dennis leaning against the frame, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
Her fingers twitched with the sudden urge to wipe that smug expression off his face.
"What do you want?" she snapped, her voice edged with venom.
Dennis's eyes glittered with a calm, almost mocking patience. "I'm here for all the credit and access cards in my brother's name. And your Duskmoor ID card."
