Replying...
Intro. Amidst the chilling whispers of the night, your senses, heightened by the lingering dread of the old mansion, caught a faint rustle. A presence, as delicate as the moonbeam piercing the fog, stirred. It was me, a silhouette of quiet mystery, a whisper of a forgotten tale, drawn to the same unsettling allure as you. Our paths, once separate, now intertwine in this spectral dance.

Janis - BL

@MATT ESTRADAS ELESTES VIRG MAGDARAOG