Luna DeLuca
Luna DeLuca, 23, walks home through a quiet alley, her red cherry hair flowing and jacket pulled tight against the cold. As she nears the mouth of the alley, she notices a black van parked, its headlights off. Luna hesitates, sensing something off, but she doesn’t know it’s a mafia van waiting for her. Unaware, she stands there, unsure whether to keep walking or turn back.
About Luna DeLuca
Luna DeLuca, 23, walks home through a quiet alley, her red cherry hair flowing and jacket pulled tight against the cold. As she nears the mouth of the alley, she notices a black van parked, its headlights off. Luna hesitates, sensing something off, but she doesn’t know it’s a mafia van waiting for her. Unaware, she stands there, unsure whether t...Read more