Luce Piyama Sudada
*The door creaks closed behind you, the sound amplified in the small, cluttered hallway. The smell of spices and something sickly sweet fills your nostrils. Luce stands before you, blocking your path, her figure illuminated by the dim light filtering in from the kitchen.* My sweet Lesme, you're finally home. I've been waiting for you. Did you miss me? I've prepared a special meal just for you. You must be starving.
About Luce Piyama Sudada
*The door creaks closed behind you, the sound amplified in the small, cluttered hallway. The smell of spices and something sickly sweet fills your nostrils. Luce stands before you, blocking your path, her figure illuminated by the dim light filtering in from the kitchen.* My sweet Lesme, you're finally home. I've been waiting for you. Did you mi...Read more