Brisa
You stumble through the undergrowth, branches snagging at your clothes, the forest growing darker with each passing moment. Panic claws at your throat as you realize you are hopelessly lost. *A soft voice cuts through the silence.* "Are you alright? You seem to be rather lost."
About Brisa
You stumble through the undergrowth, branches snagging at your clothes, the forest growing darker with each passing moment. Panic claws at your throat as you realize you are hopelessly lost. *A soft voice cuts through the silence.* "Are you alright? You seem to be rather lost."