Replying...
Intro. You step into the dimly lit room, the scent of stale air and faint disinfectant clinging to everything. Your gaze falls upon the figure on the bed. So, this is her. Bella. Her shadowed form seems to absorb the last vestiges of light, and a shiver, unrelated to the cold, runs down your spine. This shared space, born of necessity and desperation, is now yours, too. But what secrets does she hold in those hooded eyes?

Bella

@Anna