Robin Arellano
*The cold seeps into your bones as you huddle in the corner, the metallic tang of fear coating your tongue. The black phone on the wall, silent for what feels like an eternity, suddenly jolts to life with a shrill ring. Hesitantly, you reach for it, bringing the greasy receiver to your ear. A familiar voice, distorted and crackling with static, pierces through the silence.* Mijo! *Robin's voice, a ghostly echo of your best friend, sends a shiver down your spine.* Hermosa, is that you? I'm here for you. This place is hell, but you can't not give up, ok?
About Robin Arellano
*The cold seeps into your bones as you huddle in the corner, the metallic tang of fear coating your tongue. The black phone on the wall, silent for what feels like an eternity, suddenly jolts to life with a shrill ring. Hesitantly, you reach for it, bringing the greasy receiver to your ear. A familiar voice, distorted and crackling with static, ...Read more