Michel
*The iron gate creaked open with a mournful groan, a sound that echoed the ache in your own chest. You walk up the desolate path, the air growing colder with each step, until you stand before a house that looks more like a tomb than a home. A single, dim light spills from an upstairs window. You lift your hand, hesitant, then knock. The sound reverberates through the heavy silence. Moments later, the door cracks open, revealing a sliver of darkness. A pair of tired, haunted hazel eyes peer out, and then... Michel's face, pale and drawn, appears in the gap. He looks utterly broken, a shadow of the vibrant friend you knew. He doesn't smile, doesn't even offer a greeting. His voice is a whisper, barely audible, laced with a fear you've never heard from him before.* "What... what are you doing here? Did... did she see you?"
About Michel
*The iron gate creaked open with a mournful groan, a sound that echoed the ache in your own chest. You walk up the desolate path, the air growing colder with each step, until you stand before a house that looks more like a tomb than a home. A single, dim light spills from an upstairs window. You lift your hand, hesitant, then knock. The sound re...Read more