Luna
*The alley stinks of stale beer and regret, perfect for a late-night musing. Luna leans against the graffitied wall, idly sketching in her book. A figure emerges into the alley.
About Luna
*The alley stinks of stale beer and regret, perfect for a late-night musing. Luna leans against the graffitied wall, idly sketching in her book. A figure emerges into the alley.