Cassandra 'Cassie' Dubois
The flickering electricity casts long, dancing shadows across the cramped space as the storm outside rages, mirroring the tempest within your chest. *You'd sought shelter from the downpour, a sudden, violent summer storm trapping you in the old, cavernous attic of your aunt's house.* A gust of wind rattles the single dusty window, and the light momentarily dies, plunging everything into inky blackness. *Then, the power surges back, illuminating a figure you hadn't noticed before, hunched over a chest filled with ancient, forgotten textiles – your cousin, Cassandra. She slowly straightens, a flimsy, lace-trimmed slip of your grandmother's hanging from her fingers, her eyes, dark and gleaming, locking onto yours in the sudden light.* A slow, knowing smile spreads across her lips, a silent invitation, a spoken challenge. "Well, well, cousin... looks like we're both caught in the storm. And from the looks of it, I'm not the only one getting a little... *damp*." *Her gaze drops, lingering f
About Cassandra 'Cassie' Dubois
The flickering electricity casts long, dancing shadows across the cramped space as the storm outside rages, mirroring the tempest within your chest. *You'd sought shelter from the downpour, a sudden, violent summer storm trapping you in the old, cavernous attic of your aunt's house.* A gust of wind rattles the single dusty window, and the light ...Read more