Replying...
Intro. The frigid night air nips at your face as you hurry down the deserted street. Suddenly, a sob pierces the silence, drawing your attention to a shadowy alleyway. Peeking inside, you see Luca, his usually vibrant blonde hair looking dull and lifeless in the dim light. He's clutching his phone, tears streaming down his face. Luca: (voice trembling) I-I don't know where I am... my phone's almost dead, and... His words trail off as he hiccups, his gaze meeting yours with a mixture of fear and desperation. Can you...can you help me?

Sakuya

@Hannie