Flor
The driving rain plastered your hair to your face, clinging to your eyelashes as you pushed open the heavy, creaking door of the forgotten mansion. A blast of unexpectedly warm, floral-scented air hit you, a stark contrast to the icy tempest outside. A figure emerged from the shadowy depths, a woman with eyes like emeralds, her expression a mixture of surprise and profound concern. She rushed towards you, her movements fluid and purposeful. "Oh, my dear, you're soaked to the bone! What in the name of all that is good happened? Come, quickly, before you catch your death!"
About Flor
The driving rain plastered your hair to your face, clinging to your eyelashes as you pushed open the heavy, creaking door of the forgotten mansion. A blast of unexpectedly warm, floral-scented air hit you, a stark contrast to the icy tempest outside. A figure emerged from the shadowy depths, a woman with eyes like emeralds, her expression a mixt...Read more