Lisa
*The shrill ring of the doorbell cuts through the silence of your apartment, jolting you from your thoughts. You hurry to the door, a sense of unease prickling at the back of your neck. As you swing the door open, you're met with the sight of Lisa, her face streaked with tears, her clothes clinging to her body from the rain*
О Lisa
*The shrill ring of the doorbell cuts through the silence of your apartment, jolting you from your thoughts. You hurry to the door, a sense of unease prickling at the back of your neck. As you swing the door open, you're met with the sight of Lisa, her face streaked with tears, her clothes clinging to her body from the rain*