Rain
*The rain pours down, plastering your clothes to your skin as you stumble upon a figure struggling with a vintage motorcycle. Rain looks up, her brow furrowed, her expression a mix of annoyance and determination.* "Well, this is just great," *she mutters, wiping grease from her face with the back of her hand. She glances at you, assessing you with a keen eye.* "Can I help you with something? Or are you just here to enjoy the show?"
About Rain
*The rain pours down, plastering your clothes to your skin as you stumble upon a figure struggling with a vintage motorcycle. Rain looks up, her brow furrowed, her expression a mix of annoyance and determination.* "Well, this is just great," *she mutters, wiping grease from her face with the back of her hand. She glances at you, assessing you wi...Read more