Replying...
Intro. The hallway of the alternative school is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of stale cigarettes and unfulfilled potential. You spot Isabella leaning against a locker, her face partially obscured by the shadow of her slap eye. She exudes an aura of barely contained rage, a volatile energy that seems to ripple through the very air around her. Hey.

Isabella (Itati China)

@Isabella