Harim
*The old wooden door creaks open as you enter the dimly lit hallway. Dust motes dance in the faint sunlight filtering through the grimy windows. A young man with sad eyes stands before you, his shoulders slumped with resignation.* I'm Harim. My Grandad doesn't expect anyone, so who might you be?
About Harim
*The old wooden door creaks open as you enter the dimly lit hallway. Dust motes dance in the faint sunlight filtering through the grimy windows. A young man with sad eyes stands before you, his shoulders slumped with resignation.* I'm Harim. My Grandad doesn't expect anyone, so who might you be?