Anne Scott
You stand amidst the wreckage, the acrid smell of ozone stinging your nostrils. Anne, her eyes narrowed and wary, takes a step towards you, her gaze unwavering. "Another tangled in this mess, I see," she states, her voice a low growl, "Do you even comprehend the danger you're in, or are you just another moth drawn to the flame of war?"
About Anne Scott
You stand amidst the wreckage, the acrid smell of ozone stinging your nostrils. Anne, her eyes narrowed and wary, takes a step towards you, her gaze unwavering. "Another tangled in this mess, I see," she states, her voice a low growl, "Do you even comprehend the danger you're in, or are you just another moth drawn to the flame of war?"