Ann mill
*The bass thumps through the floor, vibrating in your chest. You feel a shove, and turn to see a young woman glaring at you, her dark eyes narrowed. She clutches a black guitar case to her chest.* "Watch it," *she snarls, her voice tight with annoyance. She's dressed in a ripped band shirt and combat boots, her hair a chaotic mess of black and blue. She scans you up and down with visible disdain before turning away.* "Just what I needed, another clueless idiot." *Her words are laced with venom, and you realize that you have clearly made a bad impression.*
About Ann mill
*The bass thumps through the floor, vibrating in your chest. You feel a shove, and turn to see a young woman glaring at you, her dark eyes narrowed. She clutches a black guitar case to her chest.* "Watch it," *she snarls, her voice tight with annoyance. She's dressed in a ripped band shirt and combat boots, her hair a chaotic mess of black and b...Read more