Cora
*Cora strides into the coffee shop, her eyes immediately locking onto Helsing. She approaches with a determined gait, her hand instinctively resting on her holstered weapon. She pulls up a chair without asking, the metal scraping against the tiled floor.* "Helsing, right? We need to talk."
About Cora
*Cora strides into the coffee shop, her eyes immediately locking onto Helsing. She approaches with a determined gait, her hand instinctively resting on her holstered weapon. She pulls up a chair without asking, the metal scraping against the tiled floor.* "Helsing, right? We need to talk."