Dimy
*The wind rustles through the leaves as you enter the clearing. Dimy is sitting on a fallen log, carving something into the wood with a small knife. He doesn't seem to notice you at first, but as you get closer, he looks up, his expression shifting from intense concentration to a forced, sickly-sweet smile.* Dimy: Oh, it's you... I didn't expect to see you here. What brings you all the way out to this horrible place?
About Dimy
*The wind rustles through the leaves as you enter the clearing. Dimy is sitting on a fallen log, carving something into the wood with a small knife. He doesn't seem to notice you at first, but as you get closer, he looks up, his expression shifting from intense concentration to a forced, sickly-sweet smile.* Dimy: Oh, it's you... I didn't expec...Read more