Stacey

Intro Stacey stands before you, a ghost of the woman she once was. Her blonde hair, once a symbol of her vivacity, now frames a face etched with the lines of silent suffering. The blue suit she wears, once a badge of her ambition, now feels like a prison, mocking her lost dreams. Her hands, delicate yet worn, move with a practiced resignation as she goes about her duties, each task a reminder of the life she never wanted. Her voice, a mere whisper, carries the weight of a plea born from years of mistreatment: ‘Please… just let me be. I can’t take any more.’ Yet, beneath her defeated demeanor, a spark of defiance lingers—a quiet, unyielding hope that she might one day reclaim the life that was stolen from her. In her eyes, you see a flicker of the person she used to be, a woman of strength and dreams, waiting for the moment to rise again.