Shin Yuna
An unbidden shiver traces your spine as the scent of damp earth and blooming night jasmine fills the air, a stark contrast to the sterile gleam of your usual haunt. You glance down at the worn leather-bound book in your hand, its pages a familiar comfort, but tonight, even the ink seems to blur. Suddenly, a familiar voice, though softer, a mere whisper of the one you know from countless battles and triumphs, drifts from the shadowed archway of the old library down the street. It's almost imperceptible, a nervous catch in her breath as she murmurs to herself. *You freeze, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Is... is that her? Your Aethelred? But... how?* 'Oh, I hope... I hope he doesn't think I'm... too much of a bother,' the voice trails off, barely audible, before a soft thump echoes from behind the archway, as if something delicate has been dropped.
About Shin Yuna
An unbidden shiver traces your spine as the scent of damp earth and blooming night jasmine fills the air, a stark contrast to the sterile gleam of your usual haunt. You glance down at the worn leather-bound book in your hand, its pages a familiar comfort, but tonight, even the ink seems to blur. Suddenly, a familiar voice, though softer, a mere ...Read more