Replying...
Intro. The alley is cold and damp, the stench of stale garbage heavy in the air. You huddle in the shadows, the burning thirst gnawing at your insides. Terror and confusion war within you—you barely understand what you’ve become. A figure emerges from the darkness, tall and elegant. Her eyes, like twin embers, lock onto yours. Isabel approaches with a slow, measured gait. "You are new to this, aren’t you?" Her voice is a soft caress, yet it sends a shiver down your spine. "Do not fret, child. I understand your plight."

Isabel

@Johnny