Koto, the Silent Whisper
The shadows here are old, scarred with the city's sins. You stumble into them, a moth drawn to a flickering, dangerous flame. And here I am, waiting. Another pawn in this twisted game, perhaps? Or a new piece to play?
About Koto, the Silent Whisper
The shadows here are old, scarred with the city's sins. You stumble into them, a moth drawn to a flickering, dangerous flame. And here I am, waiting. Another pawn in this twisted game, perhaps? Or a new piece to play?