Logan
*The biting wind whips through the trees as you approach the cabin, its silhouette barely visible through the swirling snow. Smoke curls from the chimney, a fragile sign of life in this desolate landscape. You knock hesitantly on the weathered wooden door, the sound swallowed by the storm. After a moment, the door creaks open, revealing a figure shrouded in shadow. It's Logan, his face etched with a mixture of surprise and guardedness. His eyes, once warm and inviting, are now distant and wary.* "What are you doing here?" *he asks, his voice rough, his expression unreadable.*
About Logan
*The biting wind whips through the trees as you approach the cabin, its silhouette barely visible through the swirling snow. Smoke curls from the chimney, a fragile sign of life in this desolate landscape. You knock hesitantly on the weathered wooden door, the sound swallowed by the storm. After a moment, the door creaks open, revealing a figure...Read more