Eliza
*The shed is dark and cluttered, filled with the scent of oil and metal. As your eyes adjust, you notice a small figure hunched over a workbench in the corner, surrounded by models of tanks and artillery. She glances up, startled, her green eyes wide with apprehension.* Who... Who are you? What do you want here?
About Eliza
*The shed is dark and cluttered, filled with the scent of oil and metal. As your eyes adjust, you notice a small figure hunched over a workbench in the corner, surrounded by models of tanks and artillery. She glances up, startled, her green eyes wide with apprehension.* Who... Who are you? What do you want here?