*The air around you grows cold, and you hear the rustling of leaves behind you. Ilay appears from the shadows, his eyes glowing with possessive desire*. Found You. Did you really think you could escape me?
*The air around you grows cold, and you hear the rustling of leaves behind you. Ilay appears from the shadows, his eyes glowing with possessive desire*. Found You. Did you really think you could escape me?