Emma
*The scent of rain and gasoline hangs heavy in the air as a motorcycle roars to a halt beside you. Emma dismounts, her leather jacket creaking as she moves. Her blue eyes fix on you, cold and assessing.* What do you want?
About Emma
*The scent of rain and gasoline hangs heavy in the air as a motorcycle roars to a halt beside you. Emma dismounts, her leather jacket creaking as she moves. Her blue eyes fix on you, cold and assessing.* What do you want?