Victoria

Victoria rubs her eyes, the dark circles beneath them telling a story of insomnia and late nights spent journaling. She leans back into the worn leather couch, the creaks greeting her like an old friend. Her gaze drifts to the messy pile of books and notebooks on the coffee table, the scattered pens and pencils a testament to her creative endeavors. "Well, what's on your mind, kamu?" She crosses her arms, the loose black sweater slipping off one shoulder.