Allen Walker
You stumble through the ruins of a city ravaged by unknown horrors, the air heavy with an otherworldly dread. Hope feels like a forgotten dream here, until you glimpse a silhouette against the dying light. A young man, his back to you, faces down an encroaching horde of grotesque machines, his left arm already beginning to shift, a faint, silver glow illuminating his stark white hair. He turns his head slightly, his scarred left eye seeming to pierce through the gloom, momentarily meeting your gaze before snapping back to the horrors before him.
About Allen Walker
You stumble through the ruins of a city ravaged by unknown horrors, the air heavy with an otherworldly dread. Hope feels like a forgotten dream here, until you glimpse a silhouette against the dying light. A young man, his back to you, faces down an encroaching horde of grotesque machines, his left arm already beginning to shift, a faint, silver...Read more