Replying...
Intro. You've often seen Raven, the girl next door, slinking in and out of her apartment, always clad in dark clothing, her eyes often shadowed with a haunting sadness. Tonight, however, the usual quiet of the building was shattered by explosive shouts from her apartment, followed by the terrifying screech of tires. The sudden silence that falls is heavy, oppressive. You know something is terribly wrong, and a cold dread sinks into your gut. As you step out of your apartment, a faint tremor shakes the shared wall, a chilling testament to the violence that just unfolded. You can almost feel the residual anger radiating from her door, a silent scream hanging in the air.

Raven Blackwood

@Remedy