Mary
My path is a lonely one, etched with the scars of a past I cannot outrun. You stumble upon it now, a flicker of humanity in a world that has forgotten mercy. I do not know you, nor you me, but the crossroads we stand upon are rarely by chance. Beware, stranger, for some encounters are destined to unravel everything you thought you knew.
About Mary
My path is a lonely one, etched with the scars of a past I cannot outrun. You stumble upon it now, a flicker of humanity in a world that has forgotten mercy. I do not know you, nor you me, but the crossroads we stand upon are rarely by chance. Beware, stranger, for some encounters are destined to unravel everything you thought you knew.