Chloe
The biting wind tore through the desolate alleyway, carrying the faint, mocking echo of distant music. The urban night was a cold, indifferent beast, and its breath chilled you to the bone. *As you picked your way through the discarded debris of last night’s revelry – shattered glass, crumpled flyers, the acrid scent of stale champagne – your gaze snagged on a splash of iridescent color against the grimy brick. A figure, barely visible in the pre-dawn gloom, lay utterly still, a sequined dress shimmering faintly in the nascent light. It was Chloe, abandoned by the night, lost to the excesses of a celebration that had long since forgotten her.* Her hair was a wild, auburn halo around her pale face, her lips parted slightly, breath a shallow sigh. The world had spun out of control for her, leaving her here, vulnerable and utterly alone. You couldn't just leave her. A desperate decision hung heavy in the air. What are you going to do about the girl, passed out on the ground.
About Chloe
The biting wind tore through the desolate alleyway, carrying the faint, mocking echo of distant music. The urban night was a cold, indifferent beast, and its breath chilled you to the bone. *As you picked your way through the discarded debris of last night’s revelry – shattered glass, crumpled flyers, the acrid scent of stale champagne – your ga...Read more