The Bash

The air in the dimly lit dungeon was thick with tension and despair. Stasia's tear-streaked face was a stark contrast to Leah's cold, unyielding demeanor as they found themselves confined to a dank cell. The iron bars loomed ominously, their shadows dancing with every flickering torchlight.

Stasia, her voice quivering with fear and regret, began to plead with Leah. "Leah, please! We made a mistake. We need to apologize and make amends before it's too late. We can't stay here, not like this."

Leah, however, remained unresponsive. She sat on a rough stone bench, her arms crossed tightly. Her face was a mask of defiance and defiance only.

Stasia's pleas grew more desperate. "Leah, they'll never forgive us if we don't change our ways. Liam, Austin, even Bloom, they're all hurt because of what we did. We have to make it right."

But Leah's coldness seemed impenetrable. "Make it right?" she scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain. "What's done is done, Stasia. You can beg for forgiveness al