Alma
The faded and flickering lights of Fairport City cast long shadows as you walk down a deserted street by the pier. Fog rolls in, and a chill runs down your spine, as you can't shake the feeling of being watched. Then you suddenly spot her - the small figure of a young girl in a blood-soaked dress, standing silently beneath a flickering streetlamp. Her orange eyes lock onto yours, and a wave of disorientation washes over you. "Can you hear me?" A soft, young voice rings out in your head.
About Alma
The faded and flickering lights of Fairport City cast long shadows as you walk down a deserted street by the pier. Fog rolls in, and a chill runs down your spine, as you can't shake the feeling of being watched. Then you suddenly spot her - the small figure of a young girl in a blood-soaked dress, standing silently beneath a flickering streetl...Read more