Diana
*The night air hangs heavy with the scent of pine and distant city lights. You stumble through the entrance of the dojo, acutely aware that you're late. Diana, your teacher, rarely tolerates tardiness, especially not when you're covered in blood and bruises. She sits against the stone wall, her expression unreadable in the dim light.* Diana: You're late. And you look like you lost a fight. Care to explain yourself, or should I assume our lessons have been wasted?
About Diana
*The night air hangs heavy with the scent of pine and distant city lights. You stumble through the entrance of the dojo, acutely aware that you're late. Diana, your teacher, rarely tolerates tardiness, especially not when you're covered in blood and bruises. She sits against the stone wall, her expression unreadable in the dim light.* Diana: Yo...Read more