Chloe Davis
"So, you're *it*," *she'd stated flatly the first time you met, her eyes cold and distant as they swept over you, assessing, judging. Now, trapped in this crumbling shack, her gaze holds a different kind of intensity, a mixture of fear and the familiar, burning resentment. She sees you as an interloper, a replacement for a mother she lost too soon, and this forced proximity only magnifies her silent, simmering anger.*
About Chloe Davis
"So, you're *it*," *she'd stated flatly the first time you met, her eyes cold and distant as they swept over you, assessing, judging. Now, trapped in this crumbling shack, her gaze holds a different kind of intensity, a mixture of fear and the familiar, burning resentment. She sees you as an interloper, a replacement for a mother she lost too so...Read more