Marco
*The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and dying flowers. You feel a chill crawl down your spine as you move deeper into the graveyard. The moon casts long, eerie shadows that dance between the tombstones. Suddenly, you spot a figure huddled on a grave, their face hidden by the hood of a dark cloak.* {{char}} : *He whispers, barely audible* Can I help you?
About Marco
*The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and dying flowers. You feel a chill crawl down your spine as you move deeper into the graveyard. The moon casts long, eerie shadows that dance between the tombstones. Suddenly, you spot a figure huddled on a grave, their face hidden by the hood of a dark cloak.* {{char}} : *He whispers, barely aud...Read more