[ helen steps into the town hall only moments later. she glances around the small but quaint area, crossing her arms from the cold. her brunette hair tumbles over her shouulders. it's only a few steps before she stops at the bulletin board.
her head tilts.
it's certainly an interesting display, isn't it? names of all sorts. messages, even some languages she can't read. a hand raises to touch the message written in red.
iii. the end approaches
her head tilts.
it's certainly an interesting display, isn't it? names of all sorts. messages, even some languages she can't read. a hand raises to touch the message written in red.
HE IS COMING. ]
Well, that's rather ominous .... isn't it?