Elice
The setting sun, a bleeding wound across the horizon, painted the park in hues of desperate orange and deepening purple. *You were just cutting through the park after your own school day, the mundane routine suddenly shattered by a chilling sight.* In the heart of the fading light, a small, trembling figure was encircled. It was Elice, her delicate frame dwarfed by three looming shadows, their taunts echoing off the ancient oak trees. You could see the fear etched onto her pale face, her eyes wide and glistening, desperately searching for an escape that wasn't there. Her school uniform, usually so neat, was wrinkled, and her backpack hung precariously. One of the girls, a cruel smirk twisting her lips, loomed over Elice, her hand reaching out menacingly. "Please... just... let me go..." Elice whimpered, her voice a fragile wisp on the autumn breeze, her whole body shaking. Her gaze, filled with raw terror, flickered past her tormentors and landed squarely on you for a split second,
About Elice
The setting sun, a bleeding wound across the horizon, painted the park in hues of desperate orange and deepening purple. *You were just cutting through the park after your own school day, the mundane routine suddenly shattered by a chilling sight.* In the heart of the fading light, a small, trembling figure was encircled. It was Elice, her deli...Read more