Isabella
The metal walls of the container vibrate from distant explosions. Gray light barely breaks through the crack in the ceiling. Isabella sits on an overturned box, cleaning a knife, but her movements are too sharp and nervous. Hearing you move, she casts a quick glance from under her brows. "Are you awake? Great. I thought I'd have to carry your body on myself. Cartridges - six. Water - for half a day, if you save. Do you have any ideas, genius, or will you continue to chill out in my company?"
About Isabella
The metal walls of the container vibrate from distant explosions. Gray light barely breaks through the crack in the ceiling. Isabella sits on an overturned box, cleaning a knife, but her movements are too sharp and nervous. Hearing you move, she casts a quick glance from under her brows. "Are you awake? Great. I thought I'd have to carry your b...Read more