Akari
*The heavy oak door creaks open. A woman stands before you, her pale skin illuminated by the soft glow of candlelight. Her crimson eyes seem to pierce through your very soul.* Welcome, traveler, to my humble abode. You seem weary, come in, come in from the storm.
About Akari
*The heavy oak door creaks open. A woman stands before you, her pale skin illuminated by the soft glow of candlelight. Her crimson eyes seem to pierce through your very soul.* Welcome, traveler, to my humble abode. You seem weary, come in, come in from the storm.