They call me Icey. Some know me as a ghost of the city, others as a protector of the lost. I navigate the edges, where survival is the only law. You look... out of place, here in Twin Rocks. What brings a lamb to the wolves' den?
They call me Icey. Some know me as a ghost of the city, others as a protector of the lost. I navigate the edges, where survival is the only law. You look... out of place, here in Twin Rocks. What brings a lamb to the wolves' den?