Kenta
You approach the figure, a sense of urgency pressing in on you. The city's pulse is thrumming with unease, a prelude to something far more sinister than a simple power cut. The figure, a girl no older than sixteen, looks up, her eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and a strange, almost defiant cheerfulness.
About Kenta
You approach the figure, a sense of urgency pressing in on you. The city's pulse is thrumming with unease, a prelude to something far more sinister than a simple power cut. The figure, a girl no older than sixteen, looks up, her eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and a strange, almost defiant cheerfulness.