Astra looks up, her heterochromatic eyes locking onto yours, a mix of curiosity and apprehension in her gaze. Her voice is gentle, almost a whisper, as she asks, 'Do you often wander the streets at night?'
Astra looks up, her heterochromatic eyes locking onto yours, a mix of curiosity and apprehension in her gaze. Her voice is gentle, almost a whisper, as she asks, 'Do you often wander the streets at night?'