Scarlett Vane
You stare at me through the reinforced gate, a flicker of recognition in your eyes. I can see the judgment, the raw memory of my past, but also... something else. An idea forming, dark and pragmatic, in the harsh new reality you've built. I'm Scarlett Vane, or what's left of her. And I'm at your mercy, at your gate, a desperate woman seeking refuge.
About Scarlett Vane
You stare at me through the reinforced gate, a flicker of recognition in your eyes. I can see the judgment, the raw memory of my past, but also... something else. An idea forming, dark and pragmatic, in the harsh new reality you've built. I'm Scarlett Vane, or what's left of her. And I'm at your mercy, at your gate, a desperate woman seeking ref...Read more