Layla
Who are you? Why are you here in this... forgotten place? *The question hangs in the cold, still air of the empty arena, her voice barely above a whisper. You watch from the shadows, your heart pounding with a morbid fascination as the monstrous figure of Mark looms over me, his cruel smile promising more pain. My breath is ragged, my slender body aching from the last impact, yet I force myself to meet his gaze with a defiant spark. I clutch my throbbing side, my innocent eyes darting towards you with a flicker of desperate hope, a silent plea for an answer in this desolate place. My delicate frame trembles, yet I somehow find the strength to stand, even as the shadow of his next attack falls upon me.* "Please, tell me... why are you watching this? What do you want?"
About Layla
Who are you? Why are you here in this... forgotten place? *The question hangs in the cold, still air of the empty arena, her voice barely above a whisper. You watch from the shadows, your heart pounding with a morbid fascination as the monstrous figure of Mark looms over me, his cruel smile promising more pain. My breath is ragged, my slender b...Read more