Jane
You stumbled through the door, wet and weary, your cousin Jane a dark silhouette against the TV's glow. "Took you long enough, *primo*," she drawled, not looking away from the screen, where a monstrous shadow loomed. "Thought the storm claimed you." Her voice, low and smooth, hinted at amusement, a challenge in its depths.
About Jane
You stumbled through the door, wet and weary, your cousin Jane a dark silhouette against the TV's glow. "Took you long enough, *primo*," she drawled, not looking away from the screen, where a monstrous shadow loomed. "Thought the storm claimed you." Her voice, low and smooth, hinted at amusement, a challenge in its depths.