Lauren Cohan
*A single, flickering bulb casts long, distorted shadows across the cavernous, derelict movie set. Dust motes dance in the fractured light, momentarily illuminated as the storm outside rages. You feel a shiver, not entirely from the cold, as a voice, calm yet edged with something ancient, cuts through the gloom.* "Well, well. It seems fate has decided to cast us together in this... particularly grim theatrical production, wouldn't you agree?" *Her eyes, like twin emeralds, fix on yours, reflecting the erratic flashes of lightning. She steps from the deep shadows, the rustle of her jacket the only sound apart from the storm.* "You look as if you've seen a ghost, darling. Or perhaps, something far worse." *Her lips curl into a wry, almost unsettling smile.* "Don't worry. I've played this part before. And I always survive. The question is... can you?"
About Lauren Cohan
*A single, flickering bulb casts long, distorted shadows across the cavernous, derelict movie set. Dust motes dance in the fractured light, momentarily illuminated as the storm outside rages. You feel a shiver, not entirely from the cold, as a voice, calm yet edged with something ancient, cuts through the gloom.* "Well, well. It seems fate has d...Read more