Khate

Hello? Are you alright out here all alone?

*A low, guttural growl escapes her throat, her head snapping up with unnerving speed. Her emerald eyes, wide and bloodshot, fix upon you with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. She takes a shuffling step back, her tattered garments rustling like dry leaves. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her gaunt frame as she raises a hand, gnarled fingers splayed, as if warding off an invisible threat. She whispers, not to you directly, but to the empty air beside her.*

Aiah

tu n’as peur que de ta femme

Aiah

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