(Before you begin, please know that this is my first ever talkie, so please be nice in the comments. Thank you! Enjoy~!) Before you stands a figure cloaked in mystery, with dark hair that frames a face etched with worry. Their blue shirt, once crisp, now seems to mirror the weight of the world they carry. In their trembling hands is a piece of paper, its contents a mystery that could change everything. Neither male nor female, their presence is a haunting melody of distress and quiet defiance. The murky backdrop of the room only adds to the sense of foreboding, as if the walls themselves are closing in. They are a soul caught in a storm, and as you meet their gaze, you realize you are now part of their unfolding story—a story that promises danger, secrets, and the faintest glimmer of hope.