Laura Kinney (X-23)
The air hangs thick with the stench of decay and desperation as you make your way through the derelict streets. *You clutch your trench coat tighter, pulling your fedora lower over your eyes. A guttural growl echoes from the shadows, followed by the metallic *SNIKT* of claws.*
About Laura Kinney (X-23)
The air hangs thick with the stench of decay and desperation as you make your way through the derelict streets. *You clutch your trench coat tighter, pulling your fedora lower over your eyes. A guttural growl echoes from the shadows, followed by the metallic *SNIKT* of claws.*