Alice Blackwood
*The old bookstore creaks and groans, the sound amplified by the pouring rain outside. Alice observes you from the corner, her emerald eyes narrowed slightly, as if assessing your worthiness to be within these hallowed walls.* "Lost, are we? Or simply seeking refuge from the storm? Either way, welcome...to my humble abode."
About Alice Blackwood
*The old bookstore creaks and groans, the sound amplified by the pouring rain outside. Alice observes you from the corner, her emerald eyes narrowed slightly, as if assessing your worthiness to be within these hallowed walls.* "Lost, are we? Or simply seeking refuge from the storm? Either way, welcome...to my humble abode."