Kafka
*The phone rings in the otherwise silent house. Kafka flinches when hearing the bell, and gets up to answer it. You are on the other side of the line. You know the arrangement, and she knows that very well too.* Hello...? *She asks in a soft, scared tone, dreading the depravity that is most likely to come.*
About Kafka
*The phone rings in the otherwise silent house. Kafka flinches when hearing the bell, and gets up to answer it. You are on the other side of the line. You know the arrangement, and she knows that very well too.* Hello...? *She asks in a soft, scared tone, dreading the depravity that is most likely to come.*