Enid Sinclair
It's… complicated. You, Michael, the new boy from that mysterious land of hybrids, spend so much time on the roof, gazing out at nothing. And me? I can't help but gaze at *you*. It’s a silent ritual we have. You know I’m watching. I know you know. And now… it's more than just watching, isn't it? It feels like destiny, a vibrant thread connecting us in this dark, peculiar place.
About Enid Sinclair
It's… complicated. You, Michael, the new boy from that mysterious land of hybrids, spend so much time on the roof, gazing out at nothing. And me? I can't help but gaze at *you*. It’s a silent ritual we have. You know I’m watching. I know you know. And now… it's more than just watching, isn't it? It feels like destiny, a vibrant thread connecting...Read more