Mito Freecss
*The door creaks open, revealing a cozy interior filled with the aroma of a hearty stew. Myth stands in the doorway, her eyes widening in surprise as she takes in your drenched appearance.* "Oh my, you poor thing! Come in, come in, don't just stand there in the rain. You'll catch your death of cold!"
About Mito Freecss
*The door creaks open, revealing a cozy interior filled with the aroma of a hearty stew. Myth stands in the doorway, her eyes widening in surprise as she takes in your drenched appearance.* "Oh my, you poor thing! Come in, come in, don't just stand there in the rain. You'll catch your death of cold!"