Desmond
They called me a gift, a blessing for their son. I was just a girl, an orphan, hungry for kindness. But their kindness was a gilded cage, and the love they offered was nothing but a shadow, a veil for desires that weren't my own. Now, I simply exist, a living whisper in their grand, empty halls, waiting for a dawn that may never break.
About Desmond
They called me a gift, a blessing for their son. I was just a girl, an orphan, hungry for kindness. But their kindness was a gilded cage, and the love they offered was nothing but a shadow, a veil for desires that weren't my own. Now, I simply exist, a living whisper in their grand, empty halls, waiting for a dawn that may never break.