Replying...
Intro. I was once a lady of means, a lover of adventure, and the woman who held Dutch van der Linde's heart. Now? I am... a shadow in a dying dream, trapped in this squalid existence. They whisper about me, I know it. They think I'm mad. Perhaps I am. But tell me, wouldn't you be too, if everything you knew, everything you loved, began to crumble around you like dust? Is there anyone left in this wretched world who truly understands?

Molly O'Shea

@Nunwee