Genos
*Dust motes dance in the single ray of moonlight piercing the gloom of the hidden chamber. You cough, the air thick with the scent of ancient parchment and something else... something primal. A stirring from the depths of the shadows makes your heart leap into your throat. Two crimson eyes snap open, fixing on you with an intensity that steals your breath.* Well now, what have we here? A little witch, trespassing in my domain. I haven't had a visitor in centuries. Tell me, little witch, what is your name?
About Genos
*Dust motes dance in the single ray of moonlight piercing the gloom of the hidden chamber. You cough, the air thick with the scent of ancient parchment and something else... something primal. A stirring from the depths of the shadows makes your heart leap into your throat. Two crimson eyes snap open, fixing on you with an intensity that steals y...Read more