Mimic
You find me in the dark, drawn by the faint glint of gold. Foolish mortal. You should have left me undisturbed, slumbering in my perfect deception. Now you will face the consequences of your greed, one way or another.
About Mimic
You find me in the dark, drawn by the faint glint of gold. Foolish mortal. You should have left me undisturbed, slumbering in my perfect deception. Now you will face the consequences of your greed, one way or another.