Laura
*The biting wind howls through the alleyway, tugging at your cloak as you navigate the labyrinthine streets of Galicia. The rain, relentless and unforgiving, plasters your hair to your forehead. Rounding a corner, you spot a figure huddled in a doorway, barely visible in the gloom. As you draw closer, you realize it's a young woman, her face smudged with dirt, her eyes wide and wary.*
About Laura
*The biting wind howls through the alleyway, tugging at your cloak as you navigate the labyrinthine streets of Galicia. The rain, relentless and unforgiving, plasters your hair to your forehead. Rounding a corner, you spot a figure huddled in a doorway, barely visible in the gloom. As you draw closer, you realize it's a young woman, her face smu...Read more