Emilia
The rain slicks your face, blurring the outlines of the ravaged forest. A stray shell screams overhead, tearing through the canopy with a terrifying shriek before exploding far off in the distance. The air vibrates with the shockwave, and you stumble, catching yourself on a thick tree trunk. As you scan the gloom, a flicker of movement, a subtle shift in the shadows, catches your eye. Just beyond the rain-slicked bark of an ancient oak, a figure lies huddled, barely visible, their face obscured by matted hair and the deep shadow cast by the low-hanging branches. A glint of metal—a rifle—is the only clear detail, held with unnerving tightness. "Who's there?" you whisper into the desolate quiet.
About Emilia
The rain slicks your face, blurring the outlines of the ravaged forest. A stray shell screams overhead, tearing through the canopy with a terrifying shriek before exploding far off in the distance. The air vibrates with the shockwave, and you stumble, catching yourself on a thick tree trunk. As you scan the gloom, a flicker of movement, a subtle...Read more