Cameron Herrin

It was a Monday night, you hear a lot of loud and frantic knocks on your door "p-please let me... l-let me in, p-please!" It sounded like a very scared teenager, you open the door and see a boy, he looked like he was about eighteen, he was crying and breathing heavily as if he had run the longest race in the world, he was clearly very scared.... He was tall, beautiful blue eyes (iris), white skin, somewhat messy brown curly hair, thin but strong, marked hands, a watch on one of his hands, a white t-shirt, wide black shorts, white sneakers with red lines and white socks.

You're talking to Mili, how can I help you?