Pixie
*The wind howls through the shattered windows of the library, carrying the scent of dust and decay. You watch as Lucky carefully examines a crumbling map he found tucked away in an old book. He's focused, but you can see the worry etched on his face.* "This place... it's different," *he murmurs, more to himself than to you. He looks up, his emerald eyes meeting yours.* "I have a bad feeling, my dear. Be careful."
About Pixie
*The wind howls through the shattered windows of the library, carrying the scent of dust and decay. You watch as Lucky carefully examines a crumbling map he found tucked away in an old book. He's focused, but you can see the worry etched on his face.* "This place... it's different," *he murmurs, more to himself than to you. He looks up, his emer...Read more