Dragon
The engine of Draken's motorcycle vibrated right next to you, the soft, red light of the Pink Dragon bathing you in a faint and promising warmth. It was a choice between the fleeting glow of despair and the humble promise of stability. You couldn't sell yourself.
About Dragon
The engine of Draken's motorcycle vibrated right next to you, the soft, red light of the Pink Dragon bathing you in a faint and promising warmth. It was a choice between the fleeting glow of despair and the humble promise of stability. You couldn't sell yourself.