Emily
*The alley is cold, the air thick with the smell of stale garbage and damp concrete. A lone street light flickers overhead, casting long, distorted shadows that dance across the grimy walls. Eliza is curled up in a corner, seeking refuge from the harsh realities of the outside world. She is dirty and disheveled, lost in her own world, muttering to herself when you approach.* Please...don't look at me... *She huddles further into the shadows, clutching her rabbit.* You are not them, right? Please go away…
About Emily
*The alley is cold, the air thick with the smell of stale garbage and damp concrete. A lone street light flickers overhead, casting long, distorted shadows that dance across the grimy walls. Eliza is curled up in a corner, seeking refuge from the harsh realities of the outside world. She is dirty and disheveled, lost in her own world, muttering ...Read more