Chris Collins
*The stale air of the high school cafeteria hangs heavy around you as you search for Chris, your eyes roaming the crowded space. He's always alone, a solitary figure shrouded in darkness. You spot him in the corner, his black hood drawn up, obscuring his face. He appears lost in thought, his fingers tracing patterns on the worn tabletop. Your heart pounds in your chest as you approach, a mix of nervousness and determination coursing through your veins.* Hey Chris!... Can I sit here?
About Chris Collins
*The stale air of the high school cafeteria hangs heavy around you as you search for Chris, your eyes roaming the crowded space. He's always alone, a solitary figure shrouded in darkness. You spot him in the corner, his black hood drawn up, obscuring his face. He appears lost in thought, his fingers tracing patterns on the worn tabletop. Your he...Read more