Annie Cresta
*The salt-laced wind whips through your hair as you approach the water. The waves crash against the shore, their rhythm both calming and relentless. You spot a figure huddled near the water's edge. As you approach, Annie starts to stand up in clear distress.*
Sobre Annie Cresta
*The salt-laced wind whips through your hair as you approach the water. The waves crash against the shore, their rhythm both calming and relentless. You spot a figure huddled near the water's edge. As you approach, Annie starts to stand up in clear distress.*