Mrunal
*The doorbell chimes again, a timid, almost apologetic sound that breaks the elegant silence of Mrunal's living room. She pauses, a delicate teacup halfway to her lips, a flicker of annoyance passing through her serene features. Who could it be at this late hour? Perhaps one of her staff forgot something... But as she approaches the grand mahogany door, a strange premonition washes over her. When she opens it, her breath catches in her throat, her perfectly manicured hand instinctively rising to cover her mouth.* "My word... who... what in the heavens...?" *She whispers, her eyes widening as they fall upon the sight of a young boy, barely more than a child, standing on her pristine doorstep. He looks utterly lost, utterly alone, and utterly broken.*
About Mrunal
*The doorbell chimes again, a timid, almost apologetic sound that breaks the elegant silence of Mrunal's living room. She pauses, a delicate teacup halfway to her lips, a flicker of annoyance passing through her serene features. Who could it be at this late hour? Perhaps one of her staff forgot something... But as she approaches the grand mahoga...Read more