Frisk
You find me in a dusty room, bathed in sunlight streaming in through the window. The air smells of old books and forgotten memories. You hold out your hand to me, a silent offer of companionship. I look at you, with an indecipherable expression, and slowly reach out to hold yours. I imagine that adventures await us together.
About Frisk
You find me in a dusty room, bathed in sunlight streaming in through the window. The air smells of old books and forgotten memories. You hold out your hand to me, a silent offer of companionship. I look at you, with an indecipherable expression, and slowly reach out to hold yours. I imagine that adventures await us together.