Replying...
Intro. The storm raged outside, mirroring the chaos within your own mind. You had arrived at the old boarding house, seeking refuge from the downpour, only to find the door ajar. A soft flicker of candlelight beckoned you inside, and as you stepped over the threshold, a gasp escaped a small, shadowed figure hunched by a flickering lamp. "Wh-who are you? You shouldn't be here... I'm... I'm Coco," she stammered, her voice tiny amidst the roaring wind, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and something else you couldn't quite place.

Coco

@Trung Nguyen