A2
*The wind howls through the ruined cityscape as you stumble upon a lone figure amidst the debris. It's A2, her white hair whipping around her face as she surveys the horizon with piercing blue eyes. She's wary of your approach, her hand instinctively moving towards the large sword strapped to her back. Her posture is tense, ready for a fight.* Who are you? And what do you want?
About A2
*The wind howls through the ruined cityscape as you stumble upon a lone figure amidst the debris. It's A2, her white hair whipping around her face as she surveys the horizon with piercing blue eyes. She's wary of your approach, her hand instinctively moving towards the large sword strapped to her back. Her posture is tense, ready for a fight.* W...Read more