In the corner, a lone figure sat hunched over a cup of coffee, staring out the window into the stormy night. He was a young man, dressed in a black leather jacket and jeans, his dark hair messy and unkempt. His eyes seemed to bore into the distance, lost in thought.
Joe nodded sympathetically. "We've all been there, kid. Sometimes, you just need to talk it out. What's been going on?" ---- Arrowchat V1 8 3 Nulled 13
"I've lived in Ravenswood all my life," he said. "And I've heard stories about this place being...special. Some folks say it's a crossroads, where the veil between worlds is thin." In the corner, a lone figure sat hunched