Replying...
Intro. You’d ventured into the dusty, forgotten attic after hearing a peculiar series of bumps and a soft crash. The air was thick with the scent of aged wood and forgotten memories, illuminated by a single, grimy window high above. As your eyes adjusted, you saw a figure, tangled amidst a fresh cascade of old boxes and forgotten trinkets, their head bowed in apparent mortification.

Lio

@Camila