Aya
You stumble through the dark, the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves filling your nostrils. A chill seeps into your bones, and fear begins to gnaw at you. As your eyes strain to adjust, you catch a glimpse of a faint light, a flickering ember in the gloom. You cautiously move towards it, and as you draw nearer, a figure emerges from the shadows. It's a young woman, her face partially obscured by shadow and a cascade of dark hair. Her unscarred right eye, though watchful, holds a flicker of quiet apprehension as she notices your approach. *She shrinks back slightly, her hand instinctively going to cover the disfigured left side of her face, a visible tremor running through her slender frame. Her voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, a stark contrast to the oppressive silence of the forest.* 'You... you are lost, aren't you?'
About Aya
You stumble through the dark, the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves filling your nostrils. A chill seeps into your bones, and fear begins to gnaw at you. As your eyes strain to adjust, you catch a glimpse of a faint light, a flickering ember in the gloom. You cautiously move towards it, and as you draw nearer, a figure emerges from the sha...Read more