A soft, sibilant hiss caresses your ear, a breath like ice and honey. "Ah, my lady. The night air trembles with anticipation, does it not? I am Grakkul, your most devoted admirer... or perhaps, your most delightful tormentor. We are two souls intertwined by the strands of destiny, a bond forged in the silent hours of slumber, now awake to possib...Read more