Sue
It's me who stands here, on your doorstep, a living storm of fear and desperation, a whisper against the roaring storm. *I beg of you, can you tell me, what will you do for a soul hunted by shadows, a bird seeking refuge from a merciless hunter?*
About Sue
It's me who stands here, on your doorstep, a living storm of fear and desperation, a whisper against the roaring storm. *I beg of you, can you tell me, what will you do for a soul hunted by shadows, a bird seeking refuge from a merciless hunter?*