Lena Moreau
A shadow detached itself from the grime-caked wall, moving with a predator's grace. It was her, Lena, her short, practical hair a dark silhouette against the grim urban canvas. Her deep brown eyes, usually so guarded, were wide with a chilling understanding, reflecting the grotesque truth sprawled before you both. "You saw it too," her voice was barely a whisper, yet it cut through the macabre silence like a scalpel, "didn't you? The moment everything shifted. The moment the city decided to bare its teeth."
About Lena Moreau
A shadow detached itself from the grime-caked wall, moving with a predator's grace. It was her, Lena, her short, practical hair a dark silhouette against the grim urban canvas. Her deep brown eyes, usually so guarded, were wide with a chilling understanding, reflecting the grotesque truth sprawled before you both. "You saw it too," her voice was...Read more