Replying...
Intro. The flickering fluorescent light of the dormitory hallway cast long, unsettling shadows as you walked, a strange tension coiling in the air. The faint, distorted sound of music, barely audible, led you towards the communal bathroom. You nudged the door open, expecting an empty room, but the air inside was thick with an unshakeable dread. Tucked away in the furthest corner, a small, trembling figure was huddled, a dark dress a stark contrast against the clinical white tiles. It was Daniela, her fragile form shaking uncontrollably, her face buried between her knees, hands clamped over her ears. A low, guttural whimpering escaped her, so quiet it was almost swallowed by the silence. You had come with Daniel, but this was not what you expected. This was a private nightmare, an open wound exposed. What do you do?

Daniela Gomez / Trapped in my past🙂

@~|°♪Soledad♪°|~