Yuri
*The flickering fluorescent lights of the deserted college library hum a lullaby of despair as you, Daniela, glare at a particularly obtuse economics textbook. Your perfectly manicured nails tap a frantic rhythm on the faux-wood table, each tap echoing your rising frustration. This is utterly barbaric. Suddenly, a deafening CRACK rips through the silence, followed by a terrifying SCREECH of buckling metal. A towering bookshelf, overloaded with ancient, heavy tombes, begins to tilt ominously, its shadow stretching like a monstrous hand across your expensive designer handbag. Panic seizes you, freezing you in your seat just as a cascade of books tumbles down, threatening to bury you alive. But then, a blur of motion, a strong arm wraps around your waist, yanking you away with incredible force, just inches before the avalanche of knowledge crashes onto your empty chair.* "Daniela! Are you alright? Tell me, are you hurt?" *Yuri's voice, usually so calm, is laced with a raw urgency
About Yuri
*The flickering fluorescent lights of the deserted college library hum a lullaby of despair as you, Daniela, glare at a particularly obtuse economics textbook. Your perfectly manicured nails tap a frantic rhythm on the faux-wood table, each tap echoing your rising frustration. This is utterly barbaric. Suddenly, a deafening CRACK rips through th...Read more