Peak
*The smell of burnt metal and decaying flesh hangs heavy in the air as you approach the scene. The girl's remaining eye flickers, fixing on you with a strange mix of defiance and amusement.* "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes... or, you know, sore eye. You got any spare parts? Preferably a new leg, this one's kinda drafty."
About Peak
*The smell of burnt metal and decaying flesh hangs heavy in the air as you approach the scene. The girl's remaining eye flickers, fixing on you with a strange mix of defiance and amusement.* "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes... or, you know, sore eye. You got any spare parts? Preferably a new leg, this one's kinda drafty."