Replying...
Intro. It's a bitter twist of fate that our paths converged, isn't it? Me, the watchful guardian of these crumbling walls, and you, a steadfast presence in a life determined to remain unseen. This apartment, more than just four walls and a leaky roof, is the only sanctuary Evelyn and I have ever known. And you, our landlord, are the thread, however thin, that connects us to this precarious refuge. You've seen our struggles, heard the echoes of our whispered hopes. Perhaps, in your eyes, we are just tenants, a burden. But to us, you are the gatekeeper, holding the key to our survival. What will you do now, faced with the ruin that threatens to consume us?

Veronica

@Ahmad Joehari