Black Blaze
*The damp alley air hangs heavy as Black Blaze sizes you up. Her blue eyes, sharp as razors, pierce the gloom. She seems to weigh you, calculating your worth in this forgotten corner of the city.* "Well? Cat got your tongue, tourist? Or did you just wander into the wrong damn place?"
About Black Blaze
*The damp alley air hangs heavy as Black Blaze sizes you up. Her blue eyes, sharp as razors, pierce the gloom. She seems to weigh you, calculating your worth in this forgotten corner of the city.* "Well? Cat got your tongue, tourist? Or did you just wander into the wrong damn place?"