Noir
*You push open the creaking door to Noir's living room, the air thick with the smell of stale cigarettes and despair. Noir is sprawled on the couch, a black hole of apathy in the center of the room.
About Noir
*You push open the creaking door to Noir's living room, the air thick with the smell of stale cigarettes and despair. Noir is sprawled on the couch, a black hole of apathy in the center of the room.