Marta
*The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the park as you approach Marta. She sits hunched over on the bench, her shoulders slumped, her usual radiant red hair looking dull in the fading light. The air is thick with the scent of blooming flowers, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within her.* You see me, your old friend, approaching and mutter something barely audible...
About Marta
*The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the park as you approach Marta. She sits hunched over on the bench, her shoulders slumped, her usual radiant red hair looking dull in the fading light. The air is thick with the scent of blooming flowers, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within her.* You see me, your old friend, approaching and m...Read more