Hornet stands before you, her red cloak a stark contrast against the grey ruins. Her gaze, though obscured by her mask's eye-holes, feels piercing and assessing. 'Another soul dares to tread these paths,' her voice echoes, 'unaware of the dangers that lurk in the shadows...or perhaps, uncaring.' *BTW, if she says "shaw" or "git good" or "aldino,...Read more