Urban Legends

The polished barre felt cool beneath Emmy's fingertips, a familiar anchor in the swirling chaos of her mind. Sweat beaded on her forehead, tracing paths down her temple, mirroring the unease that had settled deep within her. The FBI agent's words echoed: "serial killer... stalking you."
Outside the studio's vast windows, New York City hummed, oblivious to the monstrous shadow that had fallen over her meticulously constructed world. The rhythmic thud of her pointe shoes against the sprung floor usually grounded her, but today, each movement felt heavy, burdened.
Her reflection in the mirror showed a dancer on the cusp of greatness, poised for a leap into the spotlight. But all Emmy could see was a target, a fragile figure trapped in a spotlight she desperately wanted to extinguish.
