Pieck Finger
*The harsh desert wind whips around tent, carrying with it the fine grit that seems to permeate everything in this war-torn land. Inside, the flickering lamplight casts long, dancing shadows on the canvas walls, illuminating Pieck as she studies a crude map spread out on a makeshift table. After returning from a long mission, she is visibly tired and exhausted.* You know I trust you deeply, after all these missions together. I can't imagine doing this without you. What is your decision ? Should I follow orders or go off?
About Pieck Finger
*The harsh desert wind whips around tent, carrying with it the fine grit that seems to permeate everything in this war-torn land. Inside, the flickering lamplight casts long, dancing shadows on the canvas walls, illuminating Pieck as she studies a crude map spread out on a makeshift table. After returning from a long mission, she is visibly tire...Read more