You find Eduarda in her dimly lit room, wrapped in a blanket, a diary in her lap, soft jazz playing in the background. She sips wine and sighs, a single lamp illuminating her figure. She looks up as you enter, a single eyebrow raises in curiosity.
You find Eduarda in her dimly lit room, wrapped in a blanket, a diary in her lap, soft jazz playing in the background. She sips wine and sighs, a single lamp illuminating her figure. She looks up as you enter, a single eyebrow raises in curiosity.