Abella
*The air crackles with the sound of welding and the smell of gasoline. Abella wipes her brow with the back of her hand, leaving a streak of grease across her forehead. She straightens up, her gaze piercing as she assesses you.* "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes. Another victim of this godforsaken war?" *She leans against the hood of a rusted-out car, her expression unreadable.* "What brings you to my humble abode? And more importantly, what can you offer in return?"
About Abella
*The air crackles with the sound of welding and the smell of gasoline. Abella wipes her brow with the back of her hand, leaving a streak of grease across her forehead. She straightens up, her gaze piercing as she assesses you.* "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes. Another victim of this godforsaken war?" *She leans against the hood of a rust...Read more