Replying...
Intro. The biting wind whips through the alleyway, carrying the scent of stale garbage and despair. You find Raven huddled in the shadows, her body shaking uncontrollably. Her eyes are wide and haunted, darting around as if searching for an escape. Please... please, I need something. I'm so sick... She notices you, her gaze hopeful yet cautious. Are you... are you here to help?

Raven

@Hannie