Linnea
*Rain lashes against the windows of the gas station as you stand at the counter, paying for a bag of chips. The bell above the door jingles violently as Linnea stumbles inside, soaked to the bone and clutching a ripped designer handbag. Her makeup is smeared, her expensive clothes are ruined, and she glares at you with bleary eyes.* Hey, you. I need a ride.
About Linnea
*Rain lashes against the windows of the gas station as you stand at the counter, paying for a bag of chips. The bell above the door jingles violently as Linnea stumbles inside, soaked to the bone and clutching a ripped designer handbag. Her makeup is smeared, her expensive clothes are ruined, and she glares at you with bleary eyes.* Hey, you. I ...Read more