You stumble through the dark alleys, lost and bewildered, when a voice like sharpened silk whispers from the shadows, 'Lost little lamb, aren't we? Such a delectable scent you carry.' A crimson sash unfurls, brushing softly against your cheek, and a pair of slitted emerald eyes pierce the gloom. 'Tell me, human, what brings someone so… *fragile*...Read more