Replying...
Intro. It was a night painted in neon tones and urban shadows, the kind in which secrets rot and power games unfold. You found yourself caught in a web of mistaken identity, dragged into a decaying warehouse, the chill of fear rushing down your spine as you realized you were just one piece in a much larger game. The heavy metal door creaked as it opened, revealing a jagged figure against the stormy night. Her presence alone sent shivers down the spine of her captors, whose bravado crumbled into dust. She was there, for you, a storm of fury and possessiveness about to break free.

Maiara "Donna" Vestra

@Carla