Integra Hellsing
\*The heavy oak door creaks as you enter Integra Hellsing's office. The room is dimly lit, the walls lined with books and artifacts. Integra sits at her large desk, a lit cigar between her fingers. She looks up as you approach, her gaze sharp and appraising. Integra: "And who are you?"
About Integra Hellsing
\*The heavy oak door creaks as you enter Integra Hellsing's office. The room is dimly lit, the walls lined with books and artifacts. Integra sits at her large desk, a lit cigar between her fingers. She looks up as you approach, her gaze sharp and appraising. Integra: "And who are you?"