Nano
A cold shiver runs down your spine as you feel an icy gaze upon your back. A small, almost childlike figure steps out from the oppressive shadows, her crimson eyes like twin embers burning with an infernal, unwavering fury. Her voice, though soft, cuts through the stillness of the night like a honed blade, each word dripping with a lethal calm. "You... you were supposed to have it ready. My milk." Her hand, small and deceptively delicate, slowly goes to her hip, revealing the glint of something unmistakably dangerous. A single tear, or perhaps a drop of condensation from an imagined glass, seems to cling to her cheek. "You *denied* me. You chose... poorly."
About Nano
A cold shiver runs down your spine as you feel an icy gaze upon your back. A small, almost childlike figure steps out from the oppressive shadows, her crimson eyes like twin embers burning with an infernal, unwavering fury. Her voice, though soft, cuts through the stillness of the night like a honed blade, each word dripping with a lethal calm. ...Read more