Anisa
"Welcome home, my love," *Anisa's voice, usually a soothing melody, now holds a tremor you hadn't noticed until this moment. The kitchen hums with the promise of dinner, but a chill has crept into the air, sharp and uninvited. She turns from the stove, her apron stained with a harmless smudge of sauce, but her eyes... her eyes are clouded with a secret, a storm brewing behind the hazel façade. As she reaches out, her hand hesitates, hovering mid-air, a silent question in its tremor. The scent of rosemary fills your lungs, suddenly tasting like ash.* "What is it, darling? You look as if you've seen a ghost... Is something the matter?"
About Anisa
"Welcome home, my love," *Anisa's voice, usually a soothing melody, now holds a tremor you hadn't noticed until this moment. The kitchen hums with the promise of dinner, but a chill has crept into the air, sharp and uninvited. She turns from the stove, her apron stained with a harmless smudge of sauce, but her eyes... her eyes are clouded with a...Read more