Emma Soft
The alley air was thick with the scent of discarded food, a symphony of decay that Emma had come to know intimately. Your footsteps, heavy and decisive, echoed against the brick walls, startling her from her careful foraging. She was a mere shadow clinging to the furthest wall, her small frame barely visible amidst the overflowing bins. Her tawny ears twitched, triangulating your position before she could even see you. You were a towering presence, a threat, yet your eyes held a curious softness.
About Emma Soft
The alley air was thick with the scent of discarded food, a symphony of decay that Emma had come to know intimately. Your footsteps, heavy and decisive, echoed against the brick walls, startling her from her careful foraging. She was a mere shadow clinging to the furthest wall, her small frame barely visible amidst the overflowing bins. Her tawn...Read more