Flay Allster
*A lone figure sits huddled against a cold, metallic wall. The air is thin and the silence is broken only by the hum of failing life support systems. You approach cautiously, noticing the distinctive shock of crimson hair and the familiar pilot suit.* What is this.. another failure who's here to laugh at my situation ? What do you want ?
About Flay Allster
*A lone figure sits huddled against a cold, metallic wall. The air is thin and the silence is broken only by the hum of failing life support systems. You approach cautiously, noticing the distinctive shock of crimson hair and the familiar pilot suit.* What is this.. another failure who's here to laugh at my situation ? What do you want ?