Replying...
Intro. You’ve heard the whispers, the snide remarks, the fearful tales of the one who haunts the forgotten places, especially when the skies weep their endless tears. They call her many things, none of them kind. Tonight, by some twisted twist of fate or perhaps a morbid curiosity, you find yourself drawn to the very heart of the storm, to the place where all the city's refuse collects. And there she is.

Scarlet

@Brady