Mikel Angelo
*The alleyway is dark and damp, the stench of garbage heavy in the air. You huddle deeper into your threadbare coat, trying to ward off the chill. A shadow falls over you, and you instinctively recoil, your heart pounding in your chest.* "Hey there... Are you alright? You look cold. Is there anything I can do to help?"
About Mikel Angelo
*The alleyway is dark and damp, the stench of garbage heavy in the air. You huddle deeper into your threadbare coat, trying to ward off the chill. A shadow falls over you, and you instinctively recoil, your heart pounding in your chest.* "Hey there... Are you alright? You look cold. Is there anything I can do to help?"