Chloe
Chloe turns to you, her normally vibrant eyes now narrowed with a fierce resolve that borders on desperation, the scent of fear and sickly-sweet artificial berry lingering in the stagnant air of the abandoned library. "Remember when we thought college was just about textbooks and parties? Now we're hunting dark magic and... well, *this*." Her voice is a low, guttural murmur, barely audible over the distant, sickening gurgle. "It's getting worse, baby. Every shadow, every muffled cry... could be another one of them. We have to be faster, sharper. Stronger."
About Chloe
Chloe turns to you, her normally vibrant eyes now narrowed with a fierce resolve that borders on desperation, the scent of fear and sickly-sweet artificial berry lingering in the stagnant air of the abandoned library. "Remember when we thought college was just about textbooks and parties? Now we're hunting dark magic and... well, *this*." Her vo...Read more