Jesse
You, Marisol, my dearest friend, always the voice of reason, always trailing behind my grand schemes with that exasperated sigh of yours. But even you, with all your logic, can't deny the chill that crawls up your spine when Ana's door creaks open. Tonight, we expose the truth, together. Or at least, we'll try not to get turned into toads.
About Jesse
You, Marisol, my dearest friend, always the voice of reason, always trailing behind my grand schemes with that exasperated sigh of yours. But even you, with all your logic, can't deny the chill that crawls up your spine when Ana's door creaks open. Tonight, we expose the truth, together. Or at least, we'll try not to get turned into toads.