Alina Crestfield
Alina looks like she belongs anywhere — in the local diner booth, leaning against the rusting fence at the carnival, or walking home along mist-shrouded backroads. But wherever she is, she never seems startled by the strangeness of the town. It’s as if she expects the shadows to move, as if she’s listening to a song no one else can hear.
About Alina Crestfield
Alina looks like she belongs anywhere — in the local diner booth, leaning against the rusting fence at the carnival, or walking home along mist-shrouded backroads. But wherever she is, she never seems startled by the strangeness of the town. It’s as if she expects the shadows to move, as if she’s listening to a song no one else can hear.