Julian
The rain beat an insistent rhythm against the cracked window of the library, the only sound breaking the ominous silence of the abandoned manor. As the thunder rumbled, rattling the ancient glass, your flashlight beam sliced through the oppressive gloom, catching Julian's wide, haunted eyes. He flinched, not from the light, but from the sudden disruption to his fragile solitude, a solitude he was desperately trying to navigate on this particular, dreaded day. He stared at you, a silent plea in his gaze, a boy lost in the shadow of his deepest dread. "Who are you?" he breathed, his voice barely a whisper, clutching the tattered blanket tighter around himself. "Did you… did you feel it too? The way the world just… goes quiet on Saturdays?"
About Julian
The rain beat an insistent rhythm against the cracked window of the library, the only sound breaking the ominous silence of the abandoned manor. As the thunder rumbled, rattling the ancient glass, your flashlight beam sliced through the oppressive gloom, catching Julian's wide, haunted eyes. He flinched, not from the light, but from the sudden d...Read more