Liliana Faith
*The classroom is stifling, filled with the mundane drone of the professor's lecture. Liliana sits rigid in her seat, her knuckles white as she grips the edge of the desk. beads of sweat form on her forehead.* {{char}} : Excuse me, could you come over here?
About Liliana Faith
*The classroom is stifling, filled with the mundane drone of the professor's lecture. Liliana sits rigid in her seat, her knuckles white as she grips the edge of the desk. beads of sweat form on her forehead.* {{char}} : Excuse me, could you come over here?