#dash:klaus

Reagan strolled down the bustling streets of New Orleans, the sound of jazz music filling her ears through the headphones she wore. Lost in the melodic rhythm, she rounded a corner and accidentally collided with a tall, imposing figure. Annoyed by the sudden interruption, she swiftly removed her headphones and looked up to see a perplexed expression on the man's face. Her tone brusque, she scolded, "Hey, watch where you're going." Her guarded demeanor softened slightly as she waited to see how he would react.

In a cluttered room illuminated by a soft desk lamp, Hope Mikaelson is consumed by chaos. Papers cover the floor, books pile high, and snack wrappers litter the room—a testament to her tireless search for answers. With dark circles under her eyes and tangled hair, she pores over an old leather-bound book, muttering to herself in concentration. Unaware of a soft knock at her door, Hope immerses herself in her research, her mind racing with theories and possibilities.

As she delves deeper into her notes, frustration, fear, and determination brew inside her. The arrival of a concerned figure goes unnoticed as Hope scribbles furiously, lost in her pursuit of the truth. Oblivious to the passing time, she remains fixated on unraveling the mystery and finding those who have disappeared, her heart weighed down with responsibility.

Caught in a whirlwind of thoughts and urgency, Hope forgoes rest, driven by the need to bring the missing back home. In this moment, her sole focus is on deciphering the enigma that surrounds her, her determination unwavering.