Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

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In an avalanche, no single snowflake was innocent.

Ophelia cast a cold, disdainful glance at the crowd.

She could hardly believe that these words were coming from the mouths of top students from Dellanex University.

Before long, fire trucks arrived. Teachers and school administrators began evacuating the crowd, cordoning off the area.

Ophelia lifted the caution tape and charged through, sprinting toward the rooftop.

Even with the building's height, over ten stories, she managed to run faster than the firefighters.

Briony was the girl who, as a child, had lost a finger.

She'd grown up beautiful and, in high school, received sponsorship to attend college.

Before time travel, Ophelia had only heard about a girl who, unable to endure Zackary's harassment and threats, had left behind a recording before jumping off a building. She'd died in the ICU less than a day later. What Ophelia hadn't expected was that the girl in question was Briony.

Zackary had always managed to evade justice because he chose his victims carefully, targeting girls others envied or disliked, those who were withdrawn or socially isolated.

At the time, Zackary had deliberately smeared Briony's reputation. With his unassuming appearance, he managed to fool

everyone.

For the sake of the school's reputation, the incident had been buried.

And because of Briony's circumstances, an orphan with no relatives, there had been no one to advocate for her.

Zackary not only escaped punishment but even garnered sympathy from others.

Meanwhile, Briony, the true victim, was bombarded with vile words and cruelty.

The door to the rooftop slammed open under Ophelia's force.

Briony stood at the edge in a white dress. The wind was strong, causing her dress to billow, her long hair whipping chaotically around her gaunt frame.

She looked frail, her body skeletal and devoid of vitality, teetering on the brink.

"Briony, do you remember me?" Ophelia called out, her chest rising and falling as she tried to soften her voice.

Briony turned her head slowly, her vacant eyes rimmed with dark circles glimmering faintly. "Ophelia..." Ophelia nodded fervently. "It's me, Briony. Can you believe we've met again? Remember the promise we made as kids?" Briony thought for a moment before replying, "I remember. To build houses and schools in Gloomhaven..."

"Yes, that's right, houses and schools. Come down, okay? I'm already working on it. We're so close to developing that area. Come down, please," said Ophelia.

of her lips lifted into a strained

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scattered her words, leaving

what you've been through. If you have evidence, I can help you

officials, along with others, began arriving on

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eyes. She stepped back,

taking a few steps forward. "When have I ever lied to you? I can help you.

way up here, Mr. Gross already explained everything to me. He won't breathe a word about this. There's no need to

Zackary who threatened me! If I didn't listen to him..." Briony began, but Zackary cut her

so hard to get into Dellanex University. You can't..." he

roared, glaring

were the same lines Zackary

only made Briony's emotions spiral further out

word hitting Ophelia like

as though she wanted

only let him get away with it even more. Briony, come down..." Ophelia's voice was swallowed by the wind.

since my freshman year in architecture, I've been working

don't want to be someone from Gloomhaven again..." Briony wore a faint smile. Briony's entire life had been plagued by discrimination

she closed her eyes and began to lean backward, her entire body tipping away from the rooftop. "No... please!" Ophelia lunged forward, and two firefighters rushed in from either side. Ophelia reached

She grabbed her.

please don't..." Ophelia's voice cracked

my final moments."

out, desperation lacing her

warmth of Briony's fingers slipped away little by little. At that moment, Ophelia had never wanted so badly to hold

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something.

body leaned dangerously over the railing as she watched, helpless, as Briony slipped

The impact resounded through

a grotesque, blood-red rose blooming against the cold, hard

up,'

life vanish through her fingers, Ophelia's eyes

she just hold on..."

people wore faces of grief and regret. Firefighters rubbed at their

whispers carried an insensitive tone

sure this

trauma of witnessing such a scene evident on their faces. A

outward gestures of concern, not a single person truly

with a malevolent edge,