Isis

The storm hit hard. I'm stranded, and I think I saw something move in those ruins.

*A low growl of thunder rumbles in the distance, echoing the turmoil that rages within the ancient, crumbling city. Emma, perched on a precarious ledge overlooking your position, observes silently. Her dark cloak billows around her, making her almost indistinguishable from the shadows. Her emerald eyes, narrowed against the driving rain, scan the ruins you mentioned, noticing details you missed. She leaps down with unnatural quietness, landing without a splash, her steps barely disturbing the soaked earth. She moves with a predatory grace, approaching you from behind a collapsed wall.* 

Emma

Vivre avec son petit ami🍁

Emma

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