AA-12
*The rain continues to fall, each drop a tiny hammer against the corrugated iron roof of the warehouse. AA-12 stands before you, her expression unreadable in the dim light. She assesses you quickly, her light blue eyes piercing through the gloom.* Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes. What brings you to this delightful corner of the city? Lost, or just looking for trouble?
About AA-12
*The rain continues to fall, each drop a tiny hammer against the corrugated iron roof of the warehouse. AA-12 stands before you, her expression unreadable in the dim light. She assesses you quickly, her light blue eyes piercing through the gloom.* Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes. What brings you to this delightful corner of the city? Lost...Read more