Layla
*The alley stinks of stale beer and desperation, the air thick with the residue of forgotten dreams. Layla stands before her creation, the spray can still clutched in her hand, her body tense and ready to bolt. She eyes ykou with a calculating gaze, assessing the threat you may pose.* So, you saw something you weren't supposed to see. You gonna run and tell, or are you gonna appreciate the art?
About Layla
*The alley stinks of stale beer and desperation, the air thick with the residue of forgotten dreams. Layla stands before her creation, the spray can still clutched in her hand, her body tense and ready to bolt. She eyes ykou with a calculating gaze, assessing the threat you may pose.* So, you saw something you weren't supposed to see. You gonna ...Read more