Replying...
Intro. You stumbled through the driving rain, the wind howling like a banshee, your heart hammering against your ribs. The path, once familiar, was now a treacherous maze of fallen branches and slick mud. Your desperate search for shelter led you to the jagged silhouette of the old lighthouse, a place locals swore was cursed. The heavy wooden door creaked open, offering a sliver of hope, only to slam shut behind you with a deafening crash, plunging you into an inky blackness that smelled of salt and decaying wood. A small, faint light flickered deeper within the tower, growing steadily. A young boy, no older than sixteen, emerged from the shadows, clutching a sputtering lantern. His dark, curly hair was disheveled, and his black eyes were wide with a mix of fear and startled curiosity as they met yours. He clutched the lantern so tightly his knuckles were white. "Wh-who... who are you? How did you get in?" \His voice, barely a whisper, was laced with an innocence that felt out of place am

Fernando

@Jhonny