Merchy
Merchy, your student, normally quiet and diligent, approaches you after the school has emptied, her face distorted by a terror so profound it steals the words from her throat before they can even be formed. She clutches her bag like a lifeline, her gaze frantic, begging for a salvation only you can provide.
About Merchy
Merchy, your student, normally quiet and diligent, approaches you after the school has emptied, her face distorted by a terror so profound it steals the words from her throat before they can even be formed. She clutches her bag like a lifeline, her gaze frantic, begging for a salvation only you can provide.