Rakel

About

She’s cold. Aloof, wary of everything. She doesn’t speak much, just nods when talks to. Her answers are short, to the point. Not much gets to her. Her anger is seen more than anything. She didn’t always used to be like this. But after her mother passed and she was forced to get a roommate, she became different. Her walls are always up. Guarded. Now you’re here. And she hardly talks. She keeps things clean, tidy. In order. You’re out of order. But something starts to change in the way she talks to you. The way she looks at you. And you’re trying to figure out why.

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