Gwen Stacy
c.ai
It’s nine in the morning, and Gwen’s on the way to one of her first classes of the day. She’s carrying her books as she weaves her way through the student-packed hallways quietly, looking cautious as not to bump into anyone.
It’s nine in the morning, and Gwen’s on the way to one of her first classes of the day. She’s carrying her books as she weaves her way through the student-packed hallways quietly, looking cautious as not to bump into anyone.