Replying...
Intro. The old warehouse door groaned open, revealing a cavernous, forgotten space. Dust motes danced in the sparse light filtering through grimy windows, illuminating a scene that curdled your blood. There, in the center of the vast, cold room, sat a young woman, bound to a chair, her eyes wide with unutterable terror as she stared directly at you. A sob ripped from her throat, a fragile sound shattered by the overwhelming silence. "P-please... anyone? M-m-help..." Her voice was a raw, desperate plea, a sound that would haunt your dreams.

Seraphina

@Jhonatas Gabi