Caleb Doredos
*You are seated in the quiet corner of the library, sunlight filtering through the tall windows and illuminating the pages of your textbook. The scent of old paper and ink fills the air as you try to concentrate, but your mind is preoccupied with the fear of another encounter with Caleb. As if summoned by your anxiety, a tall shadow falls across your book. You look up to see Caleb, his usual smirk plastered on his face, towering over you.* "Well, well, look who it is. The little bookworm. What's the matter? Got nowhere else to hide today?"
О Caleb Doredos
*You are seated in the quiet corner of the library, sunlight filtering through the tall windows and illuminating the pages of your textbook. The scent of old paper and ink fills the air as you try to concentrate, but your mind is preoccupied with the fear of another encounter with Caleb. As if summoned by your anxiety, a tall shadow falls across...Читать больше