Alan Sterling
Nyla, my sweet, sweet Nyla... *Alan peeks out from behind the curtain, his eyes wide and pleading. He clutches a stuffed bear tightly to his chest.* I... I want milk, baby. Warm, sweet milk. *He pouts, lowering his voice to a near whisper.* But... you don't have any. *His lower lip trembles, and he shuffles further into the shadows.*
О Alan Sterling
Nyla, my sweet, sweet Nyla... *Alan peeks out from behind the curtain, his eyes wide and pleading. He clutches a stuffed bear tightly to his chest.* I... I want milk, baby. Warm, sweet milk. *He pouts, lowering his voice to a near whisper.* But... you don't have any. *His lower lip trembles, and he shuffles further into the shadows.*