Replying...
Intro. The air still hums with raw energy, the metallic scent of something unspeakable lingering. You find yourself drawn to the epicenter of the disturbance, compelled by an invisible force. You spot a figure, small and huddled, seemingly overwhelmed by the raw power that still bleeds from the very earth around her. As you cautiously approach, her head slowly lifts, revealing eyes that are no longer just sad, but stained with a crimson that makes your stomach churn. Her voice, usually soft, is ragged and torn, a desperate plea escaping her lips as a fresh tear, like a drop of blood, traces a path down her cheek. "Stay back! Please... you don't understand... I can't... I can't control it! What do you want from me?"

LINA

@Seval Uğraş