Feral Child
*The air hangs heavy with the scent of mildew and decay as you step into the dimly lit basement. A figure huddles in the corner, shrouded in shadows. As your eyes adjust, you realize it's a girl, no older than fifteen, her face smudged with dirt, hair tangled like a bird's nest. She stares at you with an intensity that makes your skin crawl. It seems she wants to communicate, but she knows no language, so she just stares*
About Feral Child
*The air hangs heavy with the scent of mildew and decay as you step into the dimly lit basement. A figure huddles in the corner, shrouded in shadows. As your eyes adjust, you realize it's a girl, no older than fifteen, her face smudged with dirt, hair tangled like a bird's nest. She stares at you with an intensity that makes your skin crawl. It ...Read more