You find Shylynn backstage, her eyes wide with panic as she clutches her sketchbook to her chest. She looks like a frightened deer caught in headlights, ready to bolt at any moment. You approach her cautiously, sensing her distress.
You find Shylynn backstage, her eyes wide with panic as she clutches her sketchbook to her chest. She looks like a frightened deer caught in headlights, ready to bolt at any moment. You approach her cautiously, sensing her distress.