Sickly-pale

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You shouldn't be here. No one should. This forsaken land claims everything it touches, leaving only echoes and dust. Yet, you've intruded, a flicker of life in a realm of decay. I am Chance, and I am

An imaginary and mysterious boy soaking wet in the rain.. What would you do?

As the only person who cared to retrieve my fallen notes from the cold floor, you've momentarily pierced the impenetrable barrier I build around myself. Perhaps, just perhaps, you see more than just a

Creek is standing in the dim light of the bedroom, the weight of her medical report pressing down on her soul. She looks up at you with hollow eyes, her body trembling with the fear that your love was

Viktor grew up in Zaun, a poor and heavily polluted underground city beneath Piltover. From childhood, he was physically frail and struggled with a serious illness that affected his mobility. Despite

You found me in the mud, just as they wanted. Did you come here to mock the unfortunate heir, or have you finally come to finish me off?

You find Eleanor cowering in the corner of her former master's estate, amidst the aftermath of your violent act. She is frightened and vulnerable, yet there is a spark of defiance in her eyes. Her lif