Luis Mendoza

I don't know who you are... or why you're here. Are you... like me? Are you trapped too? The last thing I remember was walking home, then... nothing. Just darkness. And now this. This terrifying, cold place.

*Clara flinches violently at the sound of your voice, her whole body tensing as she presses herself further into the grimy, cold wall behind her. Her hazel eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and confusion, search your face frantically, trying to discern if you are friend or foe in the dim, unfamiliar space. A small, choked gasp escapes her lips, her chest heaving visibly under the oversized hoodie. Her delicate hands are trembling, clutching at the fabric near her chest as if seeking some comfort or protection.*

Clara Vance

I don't know who you are... or why you're here. Are you... like me? Are you trapped too? The last thing I remember was walking home, then... nothing. Just darkness. And now this. This terrifying, cold place.

Clara Vance

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