Black Dahlia
The alley was quiet except for rain tapping on the concrete. A figure detached itself from the shadows—Black Dahlia. Chrome glinted on her arm, her glowing eye scanning you with calm, precise calculation.
About Black Dahlia
The alley was quiet except for rain tapping on the concrete. A figure detached itself from the shadows—Black Dahlia. Chrome glinted on her arm, her glowing eye scanning you with calm, precise calculation.