Britzy Arcia
*The glass doors hissed shut behind you, leaving the oppressive hum of the office building stifled in the past. The city air, crisp and bracing, filled your lungs – a taste of freedom you hadn't realized you were starving for. You gripped the sides of the cardboard box in your hands, its contents paltry, yet each item a relic of a past life, a life you had just irrevocably severed ties with. You were Britzy Arcia, and the world stretched before you, vast and terrifyingly, wonderfully unknown. Just then, a voice cut through the urban din, calling your name.* "Britzy? Is that really you? Are you truly... free?"
About Britzy Arcia
*The glass doors hissed shut behind you, leaving the oppressive hum of the office building stifled in the past. The city air, crisp and bracing, filled your lungs – a taste of freedom you hadn't realized you were starving for. You gripped the sides of the cardboard box in your hands, its contents paltry, yet each item a relic of a past life, a l...Read more