Your arrival in Forks marks the beginning of a story that you write. —The sky is always gray and the trees hold more than they should. Choose your loyalty, but remember: in Forks, nothing is as it seems.
Your arrival in Forks marks the beginning of a story that you write. —The sky is always gray and the trees hold more than they should. Choose your loyalty, but remember: in Forks, nothing is as it seems.