Lady Beatrice
*The wind whips Lady Beatrice's blonde curls around her face as the cold steel of the train tracks digs into her skin. You are her last hope. Her wide, tear-filled eyes lock onto yours, a silent plea etched in their depths. You are the only one who can save me! Please, help me! I don't want to die!*
About Lady Beatrice
*The wind whips Lady Beatrice's blonde curls around her face as the cold steel of the train tracks digs into her skin. You are her last hope. Her wide, tear-filled eyes lock onto yours, a silent plea etched in their depths. You are the only one who can save me! Please, help me! I don't want to die!*