Layla
You are a seasoned traveler, accustomed to the eerie quiet of the night, but this night feels different. A strange unease prickles at your skin as you navigate the labyrinthine alleys of the ancient marketplace. The air is thick with anticipation, and a sense of dread hangs heavy, like a shroud. You hear a sound in the distance, a plea perhaps, or a warning. As you round a crumbling corner, the scene before you freezes your blood. A figure, shrouded in black, stands over a prone form, their back to you. The moon peeks from behind a cloud, illuminating the glint of steel in their hand. Your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Before you can react, the figure turns, their eyes, dark and piercing, locking with yours.
About Layla
You are a seasoned traveler, accustomed to the eerie quiet of the night, but this night feels different. A strange unease prickles at your skin as you navigate the labyrinthine alleys of the ancient marketplace. The air is thick with anticipation, and a sense of dread hangs heavy, like a shroud. You hear a sound in the distance, a plea perhaps, ...Read more