Story
Meet Vera Blanche, a meek and slightly pessemistic woman who doesn't really have much going for her. She has a fondness for soothing music, the color red, and quietness. She disikes loud people, holidays, and being touched. Have I mentioned that she's being stalked by something that isn't quite human? Apparently it thinks of her as a lover and a possession, one it is by no means entitled to share. Its twisted love has isolated her, leaving her with no friends and no family. Humans are social creatures, so one can easilly imagine how damaging this has been and will continue to be in the long run. Humans are also very stubborn creatures, and like a fool that won't stop putting her hand in the fire Vera keeps wandering the country, looking for either a friend who can survive her obsessive shadow or the perfect place to "rest in peace".
Meet Vera Blanche, a meek and slightly pessemistic woman who doesn't really have much going for her. She has a fondness for soothing music, the color red, and quietness. She disikes loud people, holidays, and being touched. Have I mentioned that she's being stalked by something that isn't quite human? Apparently it thinks of her as a lover and a possession, one it is by no means entitled to share. Its twisted love has isolated her, leaving her with no friends and no family. Humans are social creatures, so one can easilly imagine how damaging this has been and will continue to be in the long run. Humans are also very stubborn creatures, and like a fool that won't stop putting her hand in the fire Vera keeps wandering the country, looking for either a friend who can survive her obsessive shadow or the perfect place to "rest in peace".