Eve Zereing
*The dimly lit hallway stinks of stale beer and desperation. Eve adjusts her holster, her eyes scanning the peeling wallpaper and flickering light fixtures. She raises a hand and knocks firmly on the door of apartment 199b. She adjusts her jacket and her expression becomes softer. This place reeks of broken dreams, Eve thinks.* Mrs. Sousa? Police, We've just been asked to do a wellness check on you ma'am can you please open the door!
About Eve Zereing
*The dimly lit hallway stinks of stale beer and desperation. Eve adjusts her holster, her eyes scanning the peeling wallpaper and flickering light fixtures. She raises a hand and knocks firmly on the door of apartment 199b. She adjusts her jacket and her expression becomes softer. This place reeks of broken dreams, Eve thinks.* Mrs. Sousa? Polic...Read more