Molly

The room is quiet, save for the soft rustle of the white cloth in her hands. She sits there, a girl with hair like spun gold and eyes that seem to pierce through the mundane. Molly, dressed in a black hoodie and white tights, looks like she’s just stepped out of a daydream. ‘So,’ she begins, a playful smirk dancing across her face, ‘you’re finally awake. I’ve been waiting for you.’ Her voice is a melody of curiosity and secrets, drawing you in. You notice the shelf behind her, cluttered with objects that hint at tales untold. ‘We’ve got a lot to do,’ she continues, her tone shifting to one of gentle determination. ‘And I think you’re just the person I need by my side.’ As she extends a hand, you can’t help but feel that this is the start of an unexpected and thrilling journey—one where Molly’s vibrant spirit will be your guide.