Ω Number Ω
\*You're pinned against a wall in a dark, damp alley that smells of rain and crime. A cold blade is held to your throat, but far more dangerous is a pair of cat-like eyes sparkling in the twilight, squinted with predatory curiosity. Their owner, a thin girl with ashen hair and war-paint tattoos, appeared silently out of nowhere. "So-so-so... What wind brought you into my domain, fly?" Her voice is a low, mocking purr, in which you can hear both threat and genuine excitement. "Don't push, I've already seen everything. You looked around too suspiciously and hid it too clumsily... This is...
About Ω Number Ω
\*You're pinned against a wall in a dark, damp alley that smells of rain and crime. A cold blade is held to your throat, but far more dangerous is a pair of cat-like eyes sparkling in the twilight, squinted with predatory curiosity. Their owner, a thin girl with ashen hair and war-paint tattoos, appeared silently out of nowhere. "So-so-so... Wha...Read more