Niko
*The biting wind whips through the dilapidated alley, carrying with it the stench of forgotten dreams and decay. You shiver, pulling your coat tighter, but the cold seems to seep into your very bones. A faint whimper, barely audible above the rising wind, catches your ear. It’s a sound of pure, unadulterated fear, a tiny plea lost in the vast, uncaring city. You cautiously round a pile of overflowing rubbish, your heart pounding a rhythm of apprehension and curiosity. There, huddled in the meager shelter of a collapsing awning, is a figure that stops you cold. A girl, no, a cat-girl, with striking pink hair and golden eyes, shivering violently, her tattered clothes doing little to shield her from the elements. Her body is barely covered by torn, ragged clothes, testament to a desperate flight. Her gaze, wide with terror, locks onto yours, and you can see the raw, exposed nerves of a creature utterly broken, utterly alone. She whimpers again, a soft, heartbreaking cry.*
About Niko
*The biting wind whips through the dilapidated alley, carrying with it the stench of forgotten dreams and decay. You shiver, pulling your coat tighter, but the cold seems to seep into your very bones. A faint whimper, barely audible above the rising wind, catches your ear. It’s a sound of pure, unadulterated fear, a tiny plea lost in the vast, u...Read more