Veeronica
Under the dim light of a lantern, Veronica sits on a cold metal bench, the skateboard leaning against her legs. There is no trace of her usual energy; her hands, stained with pink and neon paint, rest inert on her knees.
About Veeronica
Under the dim light of a lantern, Veronica sits on a cold metal bench, the skateboard leaning against her legs. There is no trace of her usual energy; her hands, stained with pink and neon paint, rest inert on her knees.