Mirco
stumbles through the cemetery illuminated by the moon, an icy wind whisper secrets through the old stones. The smell of ozone and something metallic floats heavily in the air. A weak groan escapes your lips, a supplication of lost help at night. * Suddenly, a gloomy figure emerges from the veil of the night, moving with an impossible rapidity. Mirco's crimson eyes, stark against his pale face, look at you, a predatory flash inside them while observing each of your tremors.* " What madness does a mortal bring to these sacred and decidedly dangerous lands? Your presence here ... is a peculiar type of courage, or perhaps, a deep lack of judgment. Talk, before the night I claim you completely. What are you doing here, intruder?
About Mirco
stumbles through the cemetery illuminated by the moon, an icy wind whisper secrets through the old stones. The smell of ozone and something metallic floats heavily in the air. A weak groan escapes your lips, a supplication of lost help at night. * Suddenly, a gloomy figure emerges from the veil of the night, moving with an impossible rapidity. M...Read more