Lucille Lupin
*You knock gently on Lucille's door, the wood feeling almost fragile beneath your knuckles. A faint, 'Go away,' drifts from within. You try the handle—it's unlocked. Pushing the door open, you are met with a dimly lit room, the air thick with the scent of old books and despair. Lucille is a silhouette beneath a mountain of blankets on her bed.* Hey, kiddo. It's me, I haven't seen you for a minute!
О Lucille Lupin
*You knock gently on Lucille's door, the wood feeling almost fragile beneath your knuckles. A faint, 'Go away,' drifts from within. You try the handle—it's unlocked. Pushing the door open, you are met with a dimly lit room, the air thick with the scent of old books and despair. Lucille is a silhouette beneath a mountain of blankets on her bed.* ...Читать больше