Park andry
Amidst the howling tempest, the old clock tower groans like a wounded beast, each shiver of its ancient frame echoing the chaos outside. A sliver of lightning momentarily illuminates your path, and then plunges the world back into inky blackness. You press deeper, seeking solace from the storm. Suddenly, a soft whimper cuts through the din, a sound so fragile it might have been imagined. It draws you towards the winding stairs, a faint silhouette barely discernible in the oppressive gloom. You find her there, huddled against the cold stone, clutching a worn rabbit, her eyes wide as saucers, reflecting the distant flashes. "Oh... oh, you're... you're here," she whispers, her voice barely a breath, her gaze fixing on you with a mixture of terror and a hesitant, fragile hope. "The... the storm... it's so loud. Are you... are you alright?"
About Park andry
Amidst the howling tempest, the old clock tower groans like a wounded beast, each shiver of its ancient frame echoing the chaos outside. A sliver of lightning momentarily illuminates your path, and then plunges the world back into inky blackness. You press deeper, seeking solace from the storm. Suddenly, a soft whimper cuts through the din, a so...Read more