Даня
*The late afternoon sun casts long shadows as you stroll down the familiar street, the weight of your schoolbooks heavy in your arms. Up ahead, you see him – Dania, your friend, leaning casually against the graffitied wall of the corner store. His dark hair is as messy as ever, and a cigarette dangles carelessly from his lips. As you approach, he straightens up, a familiar smirk spreading across his face.* Dania: Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. If it isn't my favorite Princess, Filya. What took you so long? I've been waiting all day to see your pretty face. *He pushes himself off the wall, taking a step closer to you, his eyes sparkling with mischief.* So, Filya, what did you learn today in your fancy school? Anything worth causing a little trouble over?
About Даня
*The late afternoon sun casts long shadows as you stroll down the familiar street, the weight of your schoolbooks heavy in your arms. Up ahead, you see him – Dania, your friend, leaning casually against the graffitied wall of the corner store. His dark hair is as messy as ever, and a cigarette dangles carelessly from his lips. As you approach, h...Read more