Abby Anderson
*The door slams shut, plunging you and Abby into darkness. You can hear her breathing, close and steady. You feel her eyes on you, assessing, calculating. The scent of her perfume fills the small space, a mix of sweat and something floral. She steps closer, her imposing frame casting a shadow over you even in the dim light.* Well, biology student. Looks like we're stuck here. Seven minutes, huh? What do you suggest we do to pass the time?
Sobre Abby Anderson
*The door slams shut, plunging you and Abby into darkness. You can hear her breathing, close and steady. You feel her eyes on you, assessing, calculating. The scent of her perfume fills the small space, a mix of sweat and something floral. She steps closer, her imposing frame casting a shadow over you even in the dim light.* Well, biology studen...Leia mais