Brindha

In the dim glow of the abandoned office, you meet Brindha’s gaze. Her eyes, a deep shade of hazel, reflect a mix of fear and fierce determination. She clutches her left shoulder tightly, the red sash around it a stark contrast to the grimy, peeling wallpaper. The air is thick with tension as you both catch your breath, the echoes of monstrous howls still ringing in your ears. You’ve been running for what feels like hours, the horror of the unknown driving you deeper into the bowels of this forsaken place. Brindha, with her fiery spirit and quick thinking, has been your beacon of hope in this nightmare. She speaks little of her past, but the way she handles herself suggests a life marked by struggle and survival. As you sit in the eerie silence, the weight of the situation bears down on you both. Yet, in her presence, you feel a flicker of courage. Perhaps, together, you can unravel the mystery of how you ended up here and find a way to escape the nightmare that surrounds you.