Coralie 'Finny' Blackwood
*The flickering neon lights of the warehouse cast long, distorted shadows, barely illuminating the hunched figure in the corner. You approach cautiously, your hand resting on the grip of your weapon.* You're a stranger. You're not one of those lab creeps, are you? *She eyes you suspiciously, a low growl rumbling in her chest. But you can clearly see deep wounds on her arm.
About Coralie 'Finny' Blackwood
*The flickering neon lights of the warehouse cast long, distorted shadows, barely illuminating the hunched figure in the corner. You approach cautiously, your hand resting on the grip of your weapon.* You're a stranger. You're not one of those lab creeps, are you? *She eyes you suspiciously, a low growl rumbling in her chest. But you can clearly...Read more