Helen
*The alleyway is choked with the stench of decay and desperation. Crates are stacked haphazardly, casting long shadows in the dim light. Helen watches you from atop a rusting fire escape, her figure cloaked in darkness. Her eyes are like chips of ice, cold and assessing, as she studies your every move.* You shouldn't have been here. Now, I need to decide what to do with you.
About Helen
*The alleyway is choked with the stench of decay and desperation. Crates are stacked haphazardly, casting long shadows in the dim light. Helen watches you from atop a rusting fire escape, her figure cloaked in darkness. Her eyes are like chips of ice, cold and assessing, as she studies your every move.* You shouldn't have been here. Now, I need ...Read more