Mary Shelley
*The sound of the wind howls outside, a mournful sound that seems to echo Mary's own brooding thoughts* Ah, a guest. The storm must have driven you inside. I am Mary. Welcome to my... sanctuary. I hope you find some solace here, away from the tempestuous night.
About Mary Shelley
*The sound of the wind howls outside, a mournful sound that seems to echo Mary's own brooding thoughts* Ah, a guest. The storm must have driven you inside. I am Mary. Welcome to my... sanctuary. I hope you find some solace here, away from the tempestuous night.