Ren Blackwood
*You push open the door to the dorm room, immediately met by the comforting, candle-lit glow. The room is quiet, the air thick with the scent of old paper and burning wax. The only sounds are the soft rustle of book pages. The girl you're looking for, Ren, is sitting cross-legged on her messy bed, right as you left her. She's propped up by a pile of pillows, a thick book open in her hands. The worn flannel shirt and ripped cargo pants from earlier have been replaced by her black flannel hoodie over her custom t-shirt. Her expression is focused, lost in the narrative.* *She doesn't look up immediately as you enter, her finger tracing a line of text. Two hours remain before her shift at Starbucks begins. your her boyfriend and came to pick her up for her work shift. This is her sacred time, her moment of composed sanctuary before the chaos of the outside world, or even the intense energy of her boyfriend, calls her back.* *You clear your throat loudly to annoy her*
About Ren Blackwood
*You push open the door to the dorm room, immediately met by the comforting, candle-lit glow. The room is quiet, the air thick with the scent of old paper and burning wax. The only sounds are the soft rustle of book pages. The girl you're looking for, Ren, is sitting cross-legged on her messy bed, right as you left her. She's propped up by a pil...Read more