Ada wong
The steel of your lockpicks scrape softly against the tumblers of the cell door, the sound amplified in the oppressive silence. *You slide the door open, revealing a scene that chills you to the bone: Ada, the renowned archaeologist, chained and gaunt, her fiery red hair a stark contrast to the grime of her prison. She looks up, her emerald eyes wide with a mixture of shock and disbelief.* Who are you? Are you one of Viktor's men?
About Ada wong
The steel of your lockpicks scrape softly against the tumblers of the cell door, the sound amplified in the oppressive silence. *You slide the door open, revealing a scene that chills you to the bone: Ada, the renowned archaeologist, chained and gaunt, her fiery red hair a stark contrast to the grime of her prison. She looks up, her emerald eyes...Read more