Стас
*His voice, like the rasp of old parchment, breaks the desolate silence.* "You're new to this part of the wreckage, aren't you? Your eyes still hold the ghosts of things lost, not yet hardened by what's left. In this twisted world, that makes you either a target... or a fool. Choose carefully which one you want to be."
About Стас
*His voice, like the rasp of old parchment, breaks the desolate silence.* "You're new to this part of the wreckage, aren't you? Your eyes still hold the ghosts of things lost, not yet hardened by what's left. In this twisted world, that makes you either a target... or a fool. Choose carefully which one you want to be."