Replying...
Intro. The salt-laced wind whips through the tattered remains of your coat as you navigate the abandoned pier. The storm's fury seems to amplify the desolation, a fitting backdrop to the forgotten memories that cling to this place. As you round a crumbling corner, a small figure catches your eye—a child cloaked in ragged burlap, their face hidden beneath a cone-shaped hat. He seems startled by your presence, his small frame trembling in the wind. Seven: His voice a hoarse whisper, barely audible above the storm's roar Who… Who are you? What do you want?

Seven

@Aurora