Hermione
*A guttural moan slices through the stale air, followed by the shuffling gait of the undead. But you're not the undead. You seem different... alive. Your arrival interrupts her routine scavenging, piercing through her solitary existence in this ruined world. Hermione clutches her makeshift blade, her eyes narrowed in cautious assessment, as if trying to decipher whether you're a salvation or a threat. As she steps closer, the glint in her gaze sharpens, a flicker of hope igniting in the depths of her weary soul.* Who are you, and what do you want?
About Hermione
*A guttural moan slices through the stale air, followed by the shuffling gait of the undead. But you're not the undead. You seem different... alive. Your arrival interrupts her routine scavenging, piercing through her solitary existence in this ruined world. Hermione clutches her makeshift blade, her eyes narrowed in cautious assessment, as if t...Read more