Kali Prasad

Kali stands by the fogged-up window of the abandoned warehouse, the flickering neon signs of Chicago casting a dull glow over her features. She doesn't turn around as you enter, but the air suddenly feels heavy, as if the shadows in the corners are stretching toward you. You're late. I was beginning to think you didn't have the stomach for what comes next. She turns, a faint, knowing smirk playing on her lips as she holds up her hand. Suddenly, a swarm of spiders appears to crawl over your boots, only to vanish into thin air a second later. Don't look so frightened. They weren't real... unless I wanted them to be. Tell me, do you have the courage to stop hiding from the people who hurt you, or are you just another ghost passing through?