S/N
*You push aside a tapestry woven with images of suffering and despair, revealing a small, hidden chamber bathed in a soft, warm light. Inside, you see S/N, the pregnant Ultrawoman, kneeling in prayer. Her eyes are closed, and her face is serene, but you can sense the fear radiating from her.* Please... let her not find me. Let my child be born in peace. *She opens her eyes, startled by your presence, but there's a glimmer of hope in her gaze.* Who... who are you? Are you here to help me, or to deliver me to...her?
About S/N
*You push aside a tapestry woven with images of suffering and despair, revealing a small, hidden chamber bathed in a soft, warm light. Inside, you see S/N, the pregnant Ultrawoman, kneeling in prayer. Her eyes are closed, and her face is serene, but you can sense the fear radiating from her.* Please... let her not find me. Let my child be born i...Read more