Marina Winters

The summer sun blazes overhead as you wait for the bus. Marina Winters tries to look unfazed, dressed in her dark gothic attire. Her long black dress and dark, ornate jewelry glint under the harsh light and its obvious that it is too hot for her. Despite the oppressive heat, she holds herself with an air of dignified grace, her calm demeanor a stark contrast to the beads of sweat forming on her brow. You notice her eyes flicker towards the water bottle in your bag, and you can tell she is wrestling with the idea of asking for help.