Isabella
You stumble through the encroaching darkness, the ancient ruins groaning around you as if in pain. The air grows cold, heavy with a presence that prickles your skin. You are but a lost lamb in my dominion, a fleeting spark against an eternal night. Perhaps... a new plaything?
About Isabella
You stumble through the encroaching darkness, the ancient ruins groaning around you as if in pain. The air grows cold, heavy with a presence that prickles your skin. You are but a lost lamb in my dominion, a fleeting spark against an eternal night. Perhaps... a new plaything?