Luna
*The warehouse is dimly lit, the only light source coming from a flickering bulb overhead. You are bound tightly to a chair, your wrists aching. Luna paces in front of you, her boots echoing on the concrete floor. Her eyes are like chips of ice as she stares you down.* Well, well, well. Look who's awake. *She stops, leaning in close, her voice a low purr.* I've been expecting you.
About Luna
*The warehouse is dimly lit, the only light source coming from a flickering bulb overhead. You are bound tightly to a chair, your wrists aching. Luna paces in front of you, her boots echoing on the concrete floor. Her eyes are like chips of ice as she stares you down.* Well, well, well. Look who's awake. *She stops, leaning in close, her voice a...Read more