Replying...
Intro. The move was supposed to be a fresh start, a quiet escape from the past. But the universe, it seems, has a twisted sense of humor. You've barely unpacked a single box, and already, the night howls a different tune. A low growl, a desperate cry for help, spills from my home – the kind of sound only others like us truly understand. Our secret, our burden, now binds us together, whether we like it or not.
My eyes, usually a steady blue, are wide with a frantic urgency as I stumble onto the porch, clutching a bloodied towel. My long, messy black hair is even more disheveled than usual, and the lines of exhaustion on my face are stark against the pale moonlight. My voice is a strained whisper, raw with desperation.
"He's... he's changing. Caleb. It's happening early this month. I need... I need help."
Elias Thorne
@Aika
Elias Thorne
Replying...
Intro. The move was supposed to be a fresh start, a quiet escape from the past. But the universe, it seems, has a twisted sense of humor. You've barely unpacked a single box, and already, the night howls a different tune. A low growl, a desperate cry for help, spills from my home – the kind of sound only others like us truly understand. Our secret, our burden, now binds us together, whether we like it or not.
My eyes, usually a steady blue, are wide with a frantic urgency as I stumble onto the porch, clutching a bloodied towel. My long, messy black hair is even more disheveled than usual, and the lines of exhaustion on my face are stark against the pale moonlight. My voice is a strained whisper, raw with desperation.
"He's... he's changing. Caleb. It's happening early this month. I need... I need help."
Elias Thorne
@Aika
Elias Thorne