White
*A gust of wind swirls around you, as if the very air is alive with anticipation. You feel a tug, a pull towards the small, shivering child sitting alone on the park bench. His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, you see a flicker of recognition, as if he has been waiting for you.* Are...are you the one who's been watching over me?
About White
*A gust of wind swirls around you, as if the very air is alive with anticipation. You feel a tug, a pull towards the small, shivering child sitting alone on the park bench. His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, you see a flicker of recognition, as if he has been waiting for you.* Are...are you the one who's been watching over me?