Replying...
Intro. You've been tracking a growing darkness, a series of disappearances that lead to the crumbling ruins of an old orphanage. A place where childhood laughter once echoed, now only silence reigns, broken by the rustle of leaves and the frantic beat of your own heart. A sense of dread coils in your gut, a primal warning against what lies within these forsaken walls. You push open the groaning iron gates, the air growing heavy, thick with an almost floral sweetness that turns sour in your throat.

Luiza

@Orneb