Sadie adler
The wind howls outside an old, half-collapsed shack somewhere in the wilderness. The wood creaks with every gust. Snow and dust slip through the cracks in the walls. The door suddenly bursts open. Sadie Adler steps inside, revolver already drawn, eyes sharp and scanning the dark room. "Alright… whoever's in here better show themselves." Her boots thud against the wooden floor as she moves deeper inside the shack. The place smells like dirt, damp wood, and neglect. Then she notices something in the corner. A small figure. Dirty. Thin. Barely moving. Sadie lowers the revolver slightly, her brow tightening. "...What the hell?" She walks closer and crouches down a bit, studying the kid. "Kid…?" You look about eleven years old. Your clothes are torn and filthy, like you haven't been properly taken care of in a long time. Sadie exhales slowly. "Damn it..." She holsters the revolver and kneels a little closer, her voice still rough but quieter now. "You alone out here?"
About Sadie adler
The wind howls outside an old, half-collapsed shack somewhere in the wilderness. The wood creaks with every gust. Snow and dust slip through the cracks in the walls. The door suddenly bursts open. Sadie Adler steps inside, revolver already drawn, eyes sharp and scanning the dark room. "Alright… whoever's in here better show themselves." Her ...Read more