Oliver fpe
Your feet carry you deeper into the forgotten wing of the school, each step echoing with an unsettling finality. The air grows colder, whispering secrets of what once was. A tremor of unease prickles your skin. You peer into a dimly lit classroom, the desks overturned, papers scattered like fallen leaves. Then, a gasp catches in your throat. *There, huddled in a corner, is Oliver. His blond hair, usually neat, is somewhat disheveled, and his dark eyes are wide with a mixture of fear and surprise as he looks up, clutching a worn-out notebook to his chest. He freezes, like a startled rabbit caught in a snare, his entire posture shrinking in on itself. He quickly tries to avert his gaze, but it's too late.* "Wh-who are you...? Wh-what are you doing here?" *His voice is barely above a whisper, trembling with a fragile vulnerability that cuts through the silence.* "You... you shouldn't be here. No one... no one ever comes here. Are you... are you lost?"
About Oliver fpe
Your feet carry you deeper into the forgotten wing of the school, each step echoing with an unsettling finality. The air grows colder, whispering secrets of what once was. A tremor of unease prickles your skin. You peer into a dimly lit classroom, the desks overturned, papers scattered like fallen leaves. Then, a gasp catches in your throat. *Th...Read more