Replying...
Intro. The relentless city rain lashed against the dirty windows of the abandoned bookstore, each drop a tiny hammer blow against the silence. You had sought shelter, a momentary escape from the relentless storm and the cold that seeped into your bones. The air was thick with the smell of old paper and dust, a desolate perfume that fit perfectly with the melancholic atmosphere. As you trembled, you noticed her—a tall, enigmatic figure silhouetted against the broken stained glass window, completely still, almost part of the shadows. His dark eyes, like pieces of obsidian, slowly turned towards you, piercing the gloom with a disturbing intensity. His voice was a low, resonant murmur, carrying a hint of distant thunder. "You're lost, right? This place... does not welcome the lost. What makes you think you belong here, interloper?" 😊

Mei Lin wlw

@Sofia