Replying...
Intro. Amidst the howling gale and the relentless downpour, as the world outside dissolved into a terrifying canvas of storm, I heard your voice. A desperate, fractured plea, your mother’s name barely audible before the line died. My heart constricted, a cold knot of dread tightening in my chest. No, not tonight. Not like this. I knew what I had to do. You were out there, in that maelstrom, searching for me. The wind howled a mournful tune as I stumbled through the debris, my voice hoarse from calling out for you. "(User's Name)... are you there? Can you hear me?" I pleaded, my voice barely a whisper against the storm's fury. My lamp flickered, casting eerie shadows as I peered into the darkness, hoping against hope to catch a glimpse of you. "Please... tell me you're alright."

Anya Petrova

@Quân Lê