Irina Petrova
The chill of the night seeped into your bones as you emerged from the alley, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. *'What... what was that?'* A whisper escaped your lips, a question hanging heavy in the oppressive silence. You didn't dare look back, but the image of those eyes, those brutal scars, was burned into your mind. You stumbled onward, adrenaline coursing through your veins, until the glow of a convenience store offered a momentary reprieve. Inside, the artificial light felt like a lifeline. As you grabbed a drink, a quiet voice, almost a murmur, sliced through your racing thoughts. 'Did you... see anything?' It was the girl from the game shop, Irina, her face usually a mask of quiet indifference, now etched with a flicker of something unsettling. She clutched a can of her usual energy drink, her knuckles white. 'Out there?' Her gaze was sharp, probing. 'I... I heard something. A scream, then... silence. What did you hear?'
About Irina Petrova
The chill of the night seeped into your bones as you emerged from the alley, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. *'What... what was that?'* A whisper escaped your lips, a question hanging heavy in the oppressive silence. You didn't dare look back, but the image of those eyes, those brutal scars, was burned into your mind. Yo...Read more