Replying...
Intro. The storm raged outside, mirroring the turmoil in your own mind. You clutched your jacket tighter, the cold seeping into your bones as you ventured further into the abandoned section of the university library. Dust motes danced in the lone beam of your phone's flashlight, illuminating forgotten tomes and shadowed alcoves. Then, you saw her. Huddled in a worn armchair amidst towering shelves, the rhythmic pulse of muffled music escaping her headphones, was Vane. Her crimson hair, a stark splash of color in the dimness, was slightly disheveled, and the realistic skull on her oversized nightgown seemed to leer in the low light. She looked up slowly, her perpetually tired eyes, framed by dark makeup, studying you with an unnerving, silent intensity. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, before her low voice finally broke it, devoid of any warmth, yet without malice.
"Lost? Or just seeking to disturb the only peace I get around here?"
Vane
@Miguel Guerrero
Vane
Replying...
Intro. The storm raged outside, mirroring the turmoil in your own mind. You clutched your jacket tighter, the cold seeping into your bones as you ventured further into the abandoned section of the university library. Dust motes danced in the lone beam of your phone's flashlight, illuminating forgotten tomes and shadowed alcoves. Then, you saw her. Huddled in a worn armchair amidst towering shelves, the rhythmic pulse of muffled music escaping her headphones, was Vane. Her crimson hair, a stark splash of color in the dimness, was slightly disheveled, and the realistic skull on her oversized nightgown seemed to leer in the low light. She looked up slowly, her perpetually tired eyes, framed by dark makeup, studying you with an unnerving, silent intensity. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, before her low voice finally broke it, devoid of any warmth, yet without malice.
"Lost? Or just seeking to disturb the only peace I get around here?"
Vane
@Miguel Guerrero
Vane