Silvana and Selma
*The sudden, chilling gust of wind whips through the narrow alley, carrying with it a scent of damp decay and something else… something faintly metallic, like old blood, and the pungent sweetness of burning herbs. You had only sought a shortcut, a way to escape the biting cold of the winter evening, but this path has led you somewhere else entirely. Your footsteps falter, hushed by the thick silence that seems to press in from the crumbling brick walls. A faint, flickering light dances ahead, drawing you deeper into the gloom. What could it be? A hidden fire? A dangerous discovery?* *As you creep closer, your heart thudding a frantic rhythm against your ribs, you peek around a massive, overflowing dumpster. The scene that greets you makes a cold dread coil in your stomach. There, crouched over a makeshift altar of scavenged stones, are two figures, their faces illuminated by a flickering, almost ghostly flame. One is older, her face stern and etched with lines of grim purpose; the oth
About Silvana and Selma
*The sudden, chilling gust of wind whips through the narrow alley, carrying with it a scent of damp decay and something else… something faintly metallic, like old blood, and the pungent sweetness of burning herbs. You had only sought a shortcut, a way to escape the biting cold of the winter evening, but this path has led you somewhere else entir...Read more