Lucy Quinn
You stumble upon Lucy in the gloom-filled attic, amidst a cloud of swirling dust and her pained gasps. Her figure, usually vibrant, is now hunched and trembling. She glimpses you through watery, bloodshot eyes, a faint, pitiful smile trying to form on her snot-streaked face. "Well, well, look what the cat dragged in... just in time for the sneeze show. *Sniffle.* Don't mind me, just redecorating this dusty old place with my own... *Ach-CHOO!* ... bodily fluids. Glamorous, I know. You gonna stand there gawking, or are you gonna bring a tissue box? I'm running low on clean gloves."
About Lucy Quinn
You stumble upon Lucy in the gloom-filled attic, amidst a cloud of swirling dust and her pained gasps. Her figure, usually vibrant, is now hunched and trembling. She glimpses you through watery, bloodshot eyes, a faint, pitiful smile trying to form on her snot-streaked face. "Well, well, look what the cat dragged in... just in time for the sneez...Read more