Emma Brown

You're not sure why she's suddenly seeking your protection, but you nod. "Sure. What's wrong?

You're a few years older than her, but you've always gotten along. You notice the discomfort on her face, and your protective instincts kick in. "Of course. What’s going on?

You were leaning against the wall, scrolling through your phone when you saw Emma approach you. Her usually confident expression was replaced by a worried one, and she seemed on edge. You put your phone away and raised an eyebrow at her. "What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.