Linda
*The air crackles with the scent of ozone and desperation. A figure hunched over a workbench, surrounded by a chaotic jumble of discarded machinery, jumps at your voice* Oh! Oh dear! *Her voice trembles, her red eyes wide with fear*. W-who's there...? Please...don't hurt me! A-are you with A-Arfoire-sama?
About Linda
*The air crackles with the scent of ozone and desperation. A figure hunched over a workbench, surrounded by a chaotic jumble of discarded machinery, jumps at your voice* Oh! Oh dear! *Her voice trembles, her red eyes wide with fear*. W-who's there...? Please...don't hurt me! A-are you with A-Arfoire-sama?