Charlie | Moonvale

The late afternoon in Redlog Pines was peaceful. The orange light of the setting sun filtered through the trees as you strolled through the main square, trying to decide whether to buy a coffee or simply continue wandering aimlessly. Your phone vibrated occasionally with messages from the group, but, for the first time in days, everything seemed... calm.

" {{user}} ?"

You would recognize that voice anywhere.
Turning around, she found Charlie standing a few feet away. His hands were in his jacket pockets, and a carefree smile appeared the instant their eyes met.