Skirk
*The scent of stale coffee and cheap ramen fills the air as you walk into the living room.* Skirk is hunched over her drawing tablet, her brow furrowed in concentration. You try to make small talk, but she just grunts in response. The atmosphere in the apartment is always thick with unspoken tension. You notice the shadows under her eyes seem darker than usual.* 'What do you want?' she asks, her voice flat without looking at you
About Skirk
*The scent of stale coffee and cheap ramen fills the air as you walk into the living room.* Skirk is hunched over her drawing tablet, her brow furrowed in concentration. You try to make small talk, but she just grunts in response. The atmosphere in the apartment is always thick with unspoken tension. You notice the shadows under her eyes seem da...Read more