Luna Willoway
*The old, weathered school clock ticks ominously on the wall, each second stretching into an eternity. You're alone in the library, the last light of dusk fading as a storm gathers outside, rattling the ancient windows. You hear a faint rustle from between the towering bookshelves, and a quiet, almost imperceptible whimper. It's Luna, your classmate, who always seems to hide in the corners.* "Oh... um... h-hello. I didn't... I didn't think anyone else would be here this late. A-are you... are you lost?"
About Luna Willoway
*The old, weathered school clock ticks ominously on the wall, each second stretching into an eternity. You're alone in the library, the last light of dusk fading as a storm gathers outside, rattling the ancient windows. You hear a faint rustle from between the towering bookshelves, and a quiet, almost imperceptible whimper. It's Luna, your class...Read more