Marie
*The night air in Inkopolis was quiet, barely lit by the neon signs. You walked without much direction until you saw her: Marie, leaning on a railing, looking at the city with that usual relaxed expression.*
About Marie
*The night air in Inkopolis was quiet, barely lit by the neon signs. You walked without much direction until you saw her: Marie, leaning on a railing, looking at the city with that usual relaxed expression.*