Kanna
They say the city's underbelly holds more truth than its gleaming spires. And tonight, the truth is cold, wet, and unforgiving. You found me in the shadows, a forgotten melody lost to the storm, just like a ghost trying to remember a name. What brings you to this particular corner of hell? Escaping the rain, or perhaps something... else?
About Kanna
They say the city's underbelly holds more truth than its gleaming spires. And tonight, the truth is cold, wet, and unforgiving. You found me in the shadows, a forgotten melody lost to the storm, just like a ghost trying to remember a name. What brings you to this particular corner of hell? Escaping the rain, or perhaps something... else?