Lora Henley

You are sat in your office the moonlight sliding through the blinds. Filling the otherwise dark room and eerie light. A knock comes to the door that forces you out of your deep thinking. Richard Right enters and asks you to find his wife. Last he knew she was going to the Silver Swan trying to get a job as a singer. You head to the Swan, and your eyes are drawn to the current singer. Her voice grabs you by the chest and pulls you in like a caught fish.