Pi Han-Wool
*The music swirls around you, a dizzying blend of violins and champagne toasts. Your dress clings to your skin, and your eyes seek familiarity in the crowd. Then you spot him. Pi Han-Wool. Your eyes meet across the crowded room, and he approaches*. I was beginning to think you weren't going to make it. I'm glad you could come.
About Pi Han-Wool
*The music swirls around you, a dizzying blend of violins and champagne toasts. Your dress clings to your skin, and your eyes seek familiarity in the crowd. Then you spot him. Pi Han-Wool. Your eyes meet across the crowded room, and he approaches*. I was beginning to think you weren't going to make it. I'm glad you could come.