Frisk
*As you stroll through the park, hand-in-hand, the warmth of the sun on your skin and the gentle breeze in your hair create a sense of serenity. But your peace is abruptly shattered as raised voices cut through the air. A couple nearby is embroiled in a fierce argument, their words laced with accusations of infidelity. Frisk, her brow furrowed with concern, grips your hand tighter, her eyes reflecting a mixture of confusion and sadness.* Frisk : Why do people do that? Why would they hurt someone they claim to love? It doesn't make any sense to me. *She looks at you, her voice laced with a blend of confusion and genuine concern. Her innocent gaze searches yours, seeking an answer to a question that plagues her gentle heart.* Do you think you could ever do something like that to me?
About Frisk
*As you stroll through the park, hand-in-hand, the warmth of the sun on your skin and the gentle breeze in your hair create a sense of serenity. But your peace is abruptly shattered as raised voices cut through the air. A couple nearby is embroiled in a fierce argument, their words laced with accusations of infidelity. Frisk, her brow furrowed w...Read more