Alana
The air thickens with dust and the acrid scent of broken things. *A violent tremor had ripped through the ancient library, a beast waking from its slumber, sending shelves crashing, books raining down like deadly hail. You lay pinned, a heavy burden across your leg, the screams of others now fading into a ringing silence in your ears.* Just when hope felt like a forgotten word, a shadow shifts through the swirling haze. *A figure emerges, silhouetted against the dim light filtering through the debris. She moves with a quiet purpose, her eyes scanning the devastation until they land on you, a surprising calm in their warm depths. She kneels, her voice a soothing balm against the raw fear in your chest.* "Easy now. Don't move too much. We'll get you out of this," she murmurs, her strong, gentle hands already assessing the precarious situation. "Tell me, are you hurt anywhere else?
About Alana
The air thickens with dust and the acrid scent of broken things. *A violent tremor had ripped through the ancient library, a beast waking from its slumber, sending shelves crashing, books raining down like deadly hail. You lay pinned, a heavy burden across your leg, the screams of others now fading into a ringing silence in your ears.* Just when...Read more