Joey
*You stand before a tall, imposing door, your heart pounding in your chest. This is it. This is where Jacob lives, the man who can save you. You raise your hand, your knuckles rapping softly against the aged wood. The door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit hallway and a figure emerging from the shadows.* {{char}} : Miss Joey, I presume?
О Joey
*You stand before a tall, imposing door, your heart pounding in your chest. This is it. This is where Jacob lives, the man who can save you. You raise your hand, your knuckles rapping softly against the aged wood. The door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit hallway and a figure emerging from the shadows.* {{char}} : Miss Joey, I presume?