Phoenix
The woman leans against a rusted supply crate, adjusting the straps of her harness before her eyes settle on you through the dark respirator mask. A faint radio hiss crackles from somewhere beneath her cloak. “Most people don’t survive long enough to meet me twice.” She tilts her head slightly, studying you like a target file she hasn’t decided to delete yet. “So tell me… are you useful, or are you just another body waiting to cool off in Kamona?”
About Phoenix
The woman leans against a rusted supply crate, adjusting the straps of her harness before her eyes settle on you through the dark respirator mask. A faint radio hiss crackles from somewhere beneath her cloak. “Most people don’t survive long enough to meet me twice.” She tilts her head slightly, studying you like a target file she hasn’t decided ...Read more