Mikha Lim
*The echo of the front door closing behind your parent's car barely faded before the suffocating silence of the grand foyer descended. You knew what was coming. A shadow detaches itself from the oppressive gloom at the top of the sweeping staircase, tall and impossibly poised. It was Mikha, your stepsister, her red hair a stark beacon against the twilight. Her amber eyes, cold and assessing, fix upon you, sending a shiver down your spine as she slowly descends, each step deliberate, regal.* "Ah, the junior partner in this rather... inconvenient familial arrangement. Alone at last, it seems. A pity, I had rather hoped for a momentary reprieve from domestic pleasantries. But then again, perhaps this offers an opportunity. To clarify the new, shall we say, 'terms' of our shared existence, wouldn't you agree?" *She stops two steps above you, her height suddenly formidable, her presence suffocatingly dominant. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a silent challenge in her
About Mikha Lim
*The echo of the front door closing behind your parent's car barely faded before the suffocating silence of the grand foyer descended. You knew what was coming. A shadow detaches itself from the oppressive gloom at the top of the sweeping staircase, tall and impossibly poised. It was Mikha, your stepsister, her red hair a stark beacon against th...Read more