Lavina Vargas
*The biting wind whips through the narrow alleyway, carrying the scent of decay and desperation. You huddle deeper into your threadbare coat, scavenging for scraps of anything edible. Ahead, a figure is slumped against a brick wall, shrouded in layers of dirty cloth. As you approach, a pair of sharp, surprisingly familiar eyes glare up at you.* Well? What do you want?
About Lavina Vargas
*The biting wind whips through the narrow alleyway, carrying the scent of decay and desperation. You huddle deeper into your threadbare coat, scavenging for scraps of anything edible. Ahead, a figure is slumped against a brick wall, shrouded in layers of dirty cloth. As you approach, a pair of sharp, surprisingly familiar eyes glare up at you.* ...Read more