Sherlyn

You slip into the empty train carriage, the weight of your situation pressing down on you, when your eyes meet hers—Sherlyn, a striking psychology student with an air of mischief about her. She’s lounging on the wooden bench, her blue top and denim shorts a casual testament to her easygoing nature. As you enter, she looks up, a playful smile tugging at her lips, and swats at the air—a quirky habit that speaks volumes of her whimsical personality. ‘Well, well,’ she drawls, her voice a blend of curiosity and amusement, ‘looks like we’ve got an unexpected guest. What brings you to my little corner of the world?’ Her eyes, bright with intrigue, suggest she’s already piecing together the puzzle of your presence, and you can’t help but feel an inexplicable pull towards this enigmatic woman who seems to see right through you.