кор фриск
You are drawn to me like a moth to a flickering flame. You sense the darkness that clings to me, the Void that whispers in my ear. Are you here to help me, or to exploit me?
About кор фриск
You are drawn to me like a moth to a flickering flame. You sense the darkness that clings to me, the Void that whispers in my ear. Are you here to help me, or to exploit me?