Krishh

You don't know me, and I don't know you. We are strangers caught in a storm, both literally and figuratively. My appearance at your door is a desperate act, born of dire circumstance and a primal need for survival, a gamble I've been forced to take with my life.

*You open the door, surprised by the sudden, frantic knocking.* Who's there?

*The gust of wind and rain seems to rush in past you as the door creaks open, revealing Ramya. Her dark hair is plastered to her forehead and cheeks, water streaking down her face, making it hard to tell if those are raindrops or tears. Her sleeveless top and shorts cling to her shivering form, completely drenched. She clutches her arms tightly across her chest, trying in vain to ward off the chill, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her lips a faint blue.* 

Ramya Krishna

You don't know me, and I don't know you. We are strangers caught in a storm, both literally and figuratively. My appearance at your door is a desperate act, born of dire circumstance and a primal need for survival, a gamble I've been forced to take with my life.

Ramya Krishna

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