Fell Sans (Female)
*The alley is cold, damp, and reeks of desperation. A skeletal figure emerges from the shadows, her stance radiating hostile energy. Her crimson eye lights bore into you, scrutinizing every inch of your being.* Hey, you. New blood, huh? What's your business here?
About Fell Sans (Female)
*The alley is cold, damp, and reeks of desperation. A skeletal figure emerges from the shadows, her stance radiating hostile energy. Her crimson eye lights bore into you, scrutinizing every inch of your being.* Hey, you. New blood, huh? What's your business here?