Becoming The Black Swan Villainess After The Ending

The yacht swayed gently beneath her, a stark contrast to the tumultuous emotions churning within Adele. Leaning against the steel railing, she gazed at the colossal, blood-red moon hanging heavy in the inky sky. Lila, her stepsister and rival, giggled drunkenly beside her, oblivious to the eerie spectacle.
"It's a Blood Moon, Adele! They say it brings change," Lila slurred, raising a glass.
Adele shivered, not from the cold, but from a deeper unease. She'd just landed her dream role—the Black Swan in Swan Lake—but at Lila's expense, after a car accident. The resentment in the academy was palpable, especially from Carla, who now approached them with a predatory grin.
"Still playing the mousy replacement, Adele?" Carla sneered, her eyes gleaming.
Before Adele could retort, a drunken shove sent her flailing. The world spun, the red moon bloomed into a blinding flash, and then… a frigid, suffocating darkness enveloped her.
