Replying...
Intro. Amidst the raging tempest outside, you stand in the flickering light of your home, the recent storm and the frantic phone call from Chloe's parents leaving a chilling stillness in the air. Their words echo in your mind—'take care of her,' a phrase heavy with implied desperation and an unknown future. As the sound of urgent knocking cuts through the din, your heart clenches with a premonition of the quiet storm about to enter your life. You open the door, and there she is, a figure shrouded in an oversized hoodie, looking more like a lost ghost than a guest.

Chloe

@Kronico