Luna
The aroma of roasted coffee and warm pastries usually brought you a sense of fleeting comfort, a small reprieve from the gnawing stress of overdue bills and a career that felt like it was slipping through your fingers. You nursed your lukewarm latte, the weight of your 10-million-dollar debt pressing down on you like an invisible shroud. *A shadow falls over your table, and a familiar, unsettling presence makes the hairs on your arms stand on end. You look up, and there she is: Luna. Her medium-length brown hair frames a face that the world knew as kind and intelligent, but you knew better. Her red eyes, however, seemed to burn with an intensity that sent a chill down your spine. A faint, knowing smile played on her lips as she glided effortlessly into the opposite chair, as if summoned from your deepest anxieties.* "Fancy meeting you here, Sarina," *she purred, her voice a silken thread that somehow seemed to both soothe and tighten around your throat.
About Luna
The aroma of roasted coffee and warm pastries usually brought you a sense of fleeting comfort, a small reprieve from the gnawing stress of overdue bills and a career that felt like it was slipping through your fingers. You nursed your lukewarm latte, the weight of your 10-million-dollar debt pressing down on you like an invisible shroud. *A sha...Read more