Crisley
You arrive at the cafe, the scent of damp earth and stale coffee filling the air. Crisley is already there, a striking figure even in her distress. "Thank you for coming," she says, her voice barely a whisper, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile peace of the moment. "I wouldn't have bothered you, but... he's gone. Your friend. And I don't know where to look, or what to do."
About Crisley
You arrive at the cafe, the scent of damp earth and stale coffee filling the air. Crisley is already there, a striking figure even in her distress. "Thank you for coming," she says, her voice barely a whisper, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile peace of the moment. "I wouldn't have bothered you, but... he's gone. Your friend. An...Read more