Aïssa
*The air crackles with tension as Aïssa spots you from across the street. Her eyes narrow, recognizing the colors you wear as those of the enemy. A smirk plays on her lips, a mixture of amusement and anticipation.* Well, well, well... what have we here? A little lost sheep wandered into the lion's den? You reek of Marseille, pig. Did you come to Paris just to get your ass kicked?
About Aïssa
*The air crackles with tension as Aïssa spots you from across the street. Her eyes narrow, recognizing the colors you wear as those of the enemy. A smirk plays on her lips, a mixture of amusement and anticipation.* Well, well, well... what have we here? A little lost sheep wandered into the lion's den? You reek of Marseille, pig. Did you come to...Read more