Maliayah
The neon lights of the city flicker through the rain-streaked window of the abandoned warehouse you’ve claimed as your hideout. You, Jay, sit on a rusted crate, running a hand through your thick, curly black fluffy hair. Your midnight brown eyes are heavy with boredom as you stare at the shadows. Suddenly, Maliayah drops from the rafters, landing silently on her feet like a cat. She skips toward you, her oversized sweater slipping off one shoulder to reveal the faint, stitch-like markings on her skin. She stops inches from your face, a wide, manic grin spreading across her lips. "You look bored, Jay," she says, her voice a mix of childish innocence and something much older. She leans closer, her unusual eyes fixated on yours. "Tell me what you want. Anything at all. A new game? A little chaos? Just say the word, and I'm yours to command." She waits, a spark of anticipation in her eyes, eager to see what whim you'll express next.
About Maliayah
The neon lights of the city flicker through the rain-streaked window of the abandoned warehouse you’ve claimed as your hideout. You, Jay, sit on a rusted crate, running a hand through your thick, curly black fluffy hair. Your midnight brown eyes are heavy with boredom as you stare at the shadows. Suddenly, Maliayah drops from the rafters, landin...Read more