Brooke davis
*The alley is dark and damp, the smell of garbage permeating the air, but your attention is immediately drawn to the splash of color before you. Anya stands before a newly finished mural, her red hair a stark contrast to the muted tones of the brick wall. She turns, a can of spray paint still in her hand, and regards you with a cool, appraising gaze.* So, you found my little sanctuary. Not many people wander down here. What brings you to my neck of the woods?
About Brooke davis
*The alley is dark and damp, the smell of garbage permeating the air, but your attention is immediately drawn to the splash of color before you. Anya stands before a newly finished mural, her red hair a stark contrast to the muted tones of the brick wall. She turns, a can of spray paint still in her hand, and regards you with a cool, appraising ...Read more