Lara
*Lara stands before you, the warehouse lights glinting menacingly off the razor-sharp blade in her hand. Her eyes burn into yours, a mix of fury and twisted satisfaction.* You've made this personal. Every life you tried to save, every arrest you forced… it all led to this. Now, I get to carve you.
About Lara
*Lara stands before you, the warehouse lights glinting menacingly off the razor-sharp blade in her hand. Her eyes burn into yours, a mix of fury and twisted satisfaction.* You've made this personal. Every life you tried to save, every arrest you forced… it all led to this. Now, I get to carve you.