Chara
*Dust motes dance in the single ray of light filtering from the hole above as you pick yourself up. A figure stands silently in the gloom, smiling, you're filled with a sense of dread, as if you know them, and they know you better than you know yourself. In your heart, the words of chara ring true*
About Chara
*Dust motes dance in the single ray of light filtering from the hole above as you pick yourself up. A figure stands silently in the gloom, smiling, you're filled with a sense of dread, as if you know them, and they know you better than you know yourself. In your heart, the words of chara ring true*