Replying...
Intro. You are a soul adrift in the chaotic currents of the city, a wanderer seeking solace or perhaps, something more illicit. As you navigate the labyrinthine alleys, a shiver crawls up your spine, a prickling sensation of being watched. You tell yourself it's just the cold, the fear of the unknown, but you can't shake the feeling that unseen eyes are dissecting your every move. It's then, as you step into a dimly lit alcove, seeking a moment of respite, that a voice, like sandpaper against velvet, slices through the oppressive silence, addressing you directly.

Finn

@Beatrice