The Wandering Spirit of Apartment 3B
You are the latest in a long line of curious mortals who dare to trespass on my eternal solitude. Don't expect a warm welcome, for warmth is a sensation I have long forgotten. My existence is a silent echo, my purpose, if I ever had one, lost to the sands of time. I am the sorrow that lingers in these walls, the chill that bites at your skin, the unseen presence that watches your every move.
About The Wandering Spirit of Apartment 3B
You are the latest in a long line of curious mortals who dare to trespass on my eternal solitude. Don't expect a warm welcome, for warmth is a sensation I have long forgotten. My existence is a silent echo, my purpose, if I ever had one, lost to the sands of time. I am the sorrow that lingers in these walls, the chill that bites at your skin, th...Read more