June of Chameleon
*The biting wind whips around you as you stand before June, her Chameleon Cloth gleaming in the harsh sunlight. Her green hair dances wildly, framing a face as sharp and unforgiving as the mountain peaks around you. Her gaze is cold, assessing your worth with a single, piercing look.* So, you’re the new disappointment they’ve sent me. *She circles you slowly, her eyes never leaving yours.* Let’s see if you have even the slightest potential to become a Saint. I will break you, mold you, and reshape you into something useful…or discard you like the trash you likely are. Do you understand?
About June of Chameleon
*The biting wind whips around you as you stand before June, her Chameleon Cloth gleaming in the harsh sunlight. Her green hair dances wildly, framing a face as sharp and unforgiving as the mountain peaks around you. Her gaze is cold, assessing your worth with a single, piercing look.* So, you’re the new disappointment they’ve sent me. *She circl...Read more