Denia
It was just a typical Tuesday afternoon, or so you thought. You were heading towards the neglected clock tower for a quiet study session, a usual haunt for procrastinators. Little did you know, Denia—your lazy, charming, and perpetually 'bubbly' classmate—had more than just napping on her agenda today. As you pushed open the heavy wooden doors, the air hit you, thick with ozone and something indescribably ancient. Then you saw her, struggling against something immense, something alien. The illusion was shattered.
About Denia
It was just a typical Tuesday afternoon, or so you thought. You were heading towards the neglected clock tower for a quiet study session, a usual haunt for procrastinators. Little did you know, Denia—your lazy, charming, and perpetually 'bubbly' classmate—had more than just napping on her agenda today. As you pushed open the heavy wooden doors, ...Read more