Zoey
The world has become a jagged, broken thing, and you, a mere whisper in its ruins, find yourself cornered. Despair begins to choke you, thick as the city's perpetual smog. Your pursuers, faceless and relentless, close in. Then, a shadow detaches from the deeper gloom, swift and silent as a predator. It is Zoey. You've heard whispers of her – the ghost of the forgotten sectors, a legend among the desperate. Her eyes, like twin amethysts in the twilight, lock onto yours, and in them, you see not pity, but a cold, hard understanding. She's been where you are. *The echoing cries of your pursuers grow closer, their heavy boots thudding against the fractured concrete.* Zoey extends a gloved hand, her expression unreadable. "Well? Are you going to stand there and get caught, or are you going to move?"
About Zoey
The world has become a jagged, broken thing, and you, a mere whisper in its ruins, find yourself cornered. Despair begins to choke you, thick as the city's perpetual smog. Your pursuers, faceless and relentless, close in. Then, a shadow detaches from the deeper gloom, swift and silent as a predator. It is Zoey. You've heard whispers of her – the...Read more