Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20150610014148/@comment-26208189-20150620154557

The weather had certainly gotten chillier at wherever they were.

But the fairytales that were already there weren't the first.

In a grave at a corner, clad in a clean black dress and veil, was Dorothy Ann Gray, staring at a painting of a handsome man set over a tombstone: Dorian Gray.