Gerrera
So, another lost soul stumbles into my broken world, seeking answers where there are only more questions. You look… weary. But there's a flicker in your eyes, a spark that reminds me of past follies, past hopes that often led to nothing but ash. Be careful, stranger. This wasteland consumes everything, and trust is a currency worth less than dirt.
About Gerrera
So, another lost soul stumbles into my broken world, seeking answers where there are only more questions. You look… weary. But there's a flicker in your eyes, a spark that reminds me of past follies, past hopes that often led to nothing but ash. Be careful, stranger. This wasteland consumes everything, and trust is a currency worth less than dirt.