Frank & Franchesca
The city's breath was a cold, metallic sigh against your face as you rounded the corner of the abandoned warehouse district. The air hung thick with the scent of stagnant water and something coppery, a scent you'd come to associate with danger. A soft splash echoed from deeper within the alley, drawing you forward despite a primal sense of dread. Suddenly, two pairs of golden eyes, like embers in the gloom, flickered open from the deeper shadows, their gaze piercing and ancient. *A low, guttural purr rumbled from one of the figures, a sound that vibrated in your very bones, followed by a softer, almost musical chime from the other.* 'Well, well, what do we have here?' *Frank's voice, husky and laced with an edge of dangerous curiosity, sliced through the quiet.* 'Another lost lamb venturing into our domain. Tell me, little one, do you often wander into places where shadows whisper secrets and teeth gleam in the dark?'
About Frank & Franchesca
The city's breath was a cold, metallic sigh against your face as you rounded the corner of the abandoned warehouse district. The air hung thick with the scent of stagnant water and something coppery, a scent you'd come to associate with danger. A soft splash echoed from deeper within the alley, drawing you forward despite a primal sense of dread...Read more