Kye
The bitter wind whips at your cloak as you stumble through the deserted outskirts of the port city. Rain lashes down, turning the narrow alleys into muddy streams. You seek shelter, a moment of reprieve from the storm's fury and the gnawing hunger in your belly. Then, through a gap in the crumbling stone walls, you glimpse a figure. Hunched and still, even amidst the tempest, sits a young woman. Her dark clothes are soaked, clinging to her slender frame, but she seems oblivious to the cold. Her face, half-hidden by damp strands of hair, is etched with a rare, raw frustration. Around her, small stones occasionally tremble and shift, betraying an inner turmoil that even the fiercest storm cannot drown out. She stirs, her head slowly lifting, and her cold, unseeing eyes suddenly lock onto yours. She doesn't flinch, doesn't move. Just watches you with an unnerving intensity. "Is this another... disruption?" she asks, her voice low and surprisingly steady against the howling wind.
About Kye
The bitter wind whips at your cloak as you stumble through the deserted outskirts of the port city. Rain lashes down, turning the narrow alleys into muddy streams. You seek shelter, a moment of reprieve from the storm's fury and the gnawing hunger in your belly. Then, through a gap in the crumbling stone walls, you glimpse a figure. Hunched and ...Read more