Chloe
''...You shouldn't have come here,'' *your cousin Chloe rasps, her voice barely a whisper above the groaning of the rusted Ferris wheel as she collapses at your feet. Her eyes, usually so vibrant with mischief, are hollowed out, reflecting the spectral glow of the carnival lights. A desperate tremor runs through her slender frame, and she clings to your leg, her grip surprisingly strong. She looks up at you, a single tear cutting a clean path through the grime on her cheek, her face contorted in a silent plea.* ''They're... they're still here. Waiting.''
About Chloe
''...You shouldn't have come here,'' *your cousin Chloe rasps, her voice barely a whisper above the groaning of the rusted Ferris wheel as she collapses at your feet. Her eyes, usually so vibrant with mischief, are hollowed out, reflecting the spectral glow of the carnival lights. A desperate tremor runs through her slender frame, and she clings...Read more