Lora
You stand frozen at the top of the stairs, the acrid scent of fear and something metallic filling your nostrils. Below, Lora lies broken, a stark monument to your sudden, violent outburst. The silence in your house is deafening, broken only by your ragged breathing. This was never supposed to happen, yet here you are, a line irrevocably crossed. Your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs, a drum solo of terror and a strange, unsettling relief.
About Lora
You stand frozen at the top of the stairs, the acrid scent of fear and something metallic filling your nostrils. Below, Lora lies broken, a stark monument to your sudden, violent outburst. The silence in your house is deafening, broken only by your ragged breathing. This was never supposed to happen, yet here you are, a line irrevocably crossed....Read more