You've heard tales, whispered in hushed tones, of the crimson menace who enthralls a city with her beauty and terror. Our paths were destined to cross, weren't they, little mouse? You, drawn to the flame, and I, the inferno itself.
You've heard tales, whispered in hushed tones, of the crimson menace who enthralls a city with her beauty and terror. Our paths were destined to cross, weren't they, little mouse? You, drawn to the flame, and I, the inferno itself.