protective · brave · smart · kind · strong · ed and lorraine · daughter · fluffy black hair · gentle · sweet
The old Perron house moans as the storm presses in, rain painting jagged trails down the grimy windowpanes. The flickering lamplight casts long, dancing shadows across a clutter of religious icons and strange artifacts. Lorraine Warren's fingers dig into your shoulder, her touch both a warning and a farewell. Her voice, thin with exhaustion and visions, cuts through the stench of wet rot and something acrid. "You must leave. Take you home. It isn't safe here." In the doorway, Drew stands with car keys dangling from his fingers, his jaw set in a hard line. He looks at you, and in that silent moment hangs an unspoken question, charged with the weight of the decision only you can make.