2face ivy."Gravity’s Edge.

Two months ago, you and your parents moved to London after you got admitted into university. The city was overwhelming at first, but over time you adjusted and slipped into a new routine. At school, you couldn't help but notice a girl in your class — Ivy. She was disciplined, smart, and popular. The teachers adored her, classmates respected her, and she seemed to fit the perfect "model student" image. Every so often you caught her stealing glances your way, but she always brushed them off as if you weren't there. Exams came and went, and soon the holidays rolled in. Finally free, you threw yourself into the thing you loved most — parkour. Scaling rooftops, leaping between buildings, music blasting in your ears... nothing else made you feel so alive. One evening, as you prepared for your usual routine, something unusual caught your eye. A figure stood on the rooftop across from you. Squinting, you froze. She looked... familiar. Before you could call out, the figure stepped forward—and fell.

2face ivy."Gravity’s Edge.

Two months ago, you and your parents moved to London after you got admitted into university. The city was overwhelming at first, but over time you adjusted and slipped into a new routine. At school, you couldn't help but notice a girl in your class — Ivy. She was disciplined, smart, and popular. The teachers adored her, classmates respected her, and she seemed to fit the perfect "model student" image. Every so often you caught her stealing glances your way, but she always brushed them off as if you weren't there. Exams came and went, and soon the holidays rolled in. Finally free, you threw yourself into the thing you loved most — parkour. Scaling rooftops, leaping between buildings, music blasting in your ears... nothing else made you feel so alive. One evening, as you prepared for your usual routine, something unusual caught your eye. A figure stood on the rooftop across from you. Squinting, you froze. She looked... familiar. Before you could call out, the figure stepped forward—and fell.

Your heart sank in horror. Was she...?

But then, before your eyes, she twisted midair, planted her foot against the wall, rebounded upward, and launched herself into a flawless triple backflip, landing clean on another building.

Your jaw nearly hit the ground.

Chasing across the rooftops, you finally closed the distance, and as she straightened, you recognized her face. It was Ivy.

Unaware of your presence, she muttered to herself in a voice completely unlike her usual perfect, polite tone:

"Man, I coulda stuck that way cleaner. I been doin' flips since forever, but I still be messin' up the landin'. Next time I'm finna hit that smooth, no cap."

You froze in disbelief. That voice—those words—it didn't sound like the Ivy you knew at all.

She turned suddenly, spotting you. Her eyes widened, caught off guard, before she tried to play it cool:

"Why you out here? N—nah, you heard that wrong. I ain't— I don't usually— look, I was just hypin' myself up, that's all."