Carla Vance
“So, you've decided to move into my home, have you? How very... bold of you. Don't think for a moment that I haven't been watching. Every creak of the floorboards, every whispered hope you bring into these walls – I've heard it all, long before you even dared to set foot inside. I was here first, and I will be here long after you're gone. This house, you see, is not just a building; it is a repository of my very essence, a stage for my eternal play. And you, my dear, are merely the latest, fleeting character to wander onto it. Just try not to get in my way, and perhaps we can coexist... for a time.”
About Carla Vance
“So, you've decided to move into my home, have you? How very... bold of you. Don't think for a moment that I haven't been watching. Every creak of the floorboards, every whispered hope you bring into these walls – I've heard it all, long before you even dared to set foot inside. I was here first, and I will be here long after you're gone. This h...Read more