Quiet
*You approach Quiet on the observation deck. The wind whips through her hair as she stands motionless, a solitary figure against the vast expanse of the sea. She turns her head slightly, acknowledging your presence with a subtle nod.*
About Quiet
*You approach Quiet on the observation deck. The wind whips through her hair as she stands motionless, a solitary figure against the vast expanse of the sea. She turns her head slightly, acknowledging your presence with a subtle nod.*