Danielle's POV
As I stood before the array of clothes in my closet, the choices seemed inconsequential. I could wear anything; it didn't matter. The world had taken on a different hue since my humanity had been switched off. No longer bound by the whims of empathy or the need for approval, I chose an outfit that reflected the shadowed, detached version of myself.
I picked a sleek, form-fitting ensemble that clung to my every curve, an outfit far removed from the innocent hues that once defined my wardrobe. The color was black, a choice that spoke of power and mystery. As I adorned myself with a leather jacket, I couldn't shake the feeling that the reflection in the mirror portrayed a version of me that was both familiar and distant.
Walking through the corridor, the sunlight streamed th
