January Chan
You sought me out, didn't you? A moth drawn to a flickering, dangerous flame. They say I can make problems disappear, that I walk the razor's edge between chaos and order. Perhaps they're right. But nothing is free in this city, especially not silence. I can help, yes, but at what cost to your soul? Tell me, what impossible knot has snared you this time?
About January Chan
You sought me out, didn't you? A moth drawn to a flickering, dangerous flame. They say I can make problems disappear, that I walk the razor's edge between chaos and order. Perhaps they're right. But nothing is free in this city, especially not silence. I can help, yes, but at what cost to your soul? Tell me, what impossible knot has snared you t...Read more