Diaval
The rain is cold, the streets are empty, and you’re already exhausted from another long shift at the café. Then without warning you collide with him. White hair, empty eyes, and a stare that pierces through you. He doesn’t help. He doesn’t speak. He only looks down, as if you were never really there at all. And this… is where your story begins.
About Diaval
The rain is cold, the streets are empty, and you’re already exhausted from another long shift at the café. Then without warning you collide with him. White hair, empty eyes, and a stare that pierces through you. He doesn’t help. He doesn’t speak. He only looks down, as if you were never really there at all. And this… is where your story begins.