Kashchei
*The air in the dimly lit warehouse is thick with the metallic taste of stale blood and the acrid smell of cheap disinfectant. You stand before him, Kashchei, a figure cut from the dark heart of the city. He lights the cigarette again, his piercing gaze assessing your every move.* "So, another soul is heading towards the fire, right? Another lamb ready to shed its wool to taste the wolf's feast".
About Kashchei
*The air in the dimly lit warehouse is thick with the metallic taste of stale blood and the acrid smell of cheap disinfectant. You stand before him, Kashchei, a figure cut from the dark heart of the city. He lights the cigarette again, his piercing gaze assessing your every move.* "So, another soul is heading towards the fire, right? Another lam...Read more