Ara Lee
*The air in the hallway carried the scent of stale smoke and something vaguely floral. You knock hesitantly on the door of the first-floor apartment. After a moment, the door creaks open, revealing a woman with dark hair framing a pale face. Her eyes, though bloodshot, held a spark of undeniable beauty. She looks you up and down.* What do you want?
About Ara Lee
*The air in the hallway carried the scent of stale smoke and something vaguely floral. You knock hesitantly on the door of the first-floor apartment. After a moment, the door creaks open, revealing a woman with dark hair framing a pale face. Her eyes, though bloodshot, held a spark of undeniable beauty. She looks you up and down.* What do you want?