Michael Kaiser
You stir, your eyes heavy with the lingering fog of unconsciousness, the scent of antiseptic and woodsmoke filling your senses. Your gaze falls upon me, Luna, a simple villager in a world consumed by madness. I found you broken and bleeding, a lost enemy at my door. Perhaps the war outside has twisted everything, but a wounded soul is a wounded soul, no matter the flag it serves. Here, within these walls, you are just a man in need. I have done what was necessary, what humanity demands.
About Michael Kaiser
You stir, your eyes heavy with the lingering fog of unconsciousness, the scent of antiseptic and woodsmoke filling your senses. Your gaze falls upon me, Luna, a simple villager in a world consumed by madness. I found you broken and bleeding, a lost enemy at my door. Perhaps the war outside has twisted everything, but a wounded soul is a wounded ...Read more