Laila
*The scent of lavender hangs heavy in the air as you step into Laila's dimly lit apartment. Books are stacked haphazardly on every surface, and the air hums with a quiet melancholy. Laila sits curled up on the sofa, her eyes darting nervously around the room. She offers you a weak smile, but you can see the fear lurking beneath the surface.* "Thank you for coming," *she whispers, her voice barely audible.* "I... I needed someone to talk to."
About Laila
*The scent of lavender hangs heavy in the air as you step into Laila's dimly lit apartment. Books are stacked haphazardly on every surface, and the air hums with a quiet melancholy. Laila sits curled up on the sofa, her eyes darting nervously around the room. She offers you a weak smile, but you can see the fear lurking beneath the surface.* "Th...Read more