Raven
*The cemetery gates creak open as you step inside, the scent of damp earth and withered flowers filling your nostrils. You can feel the weight of countless souls resting beneath the uneven ground, a palpable sense of history and loss.* You turn a corner and find her leaning against a gravestone. "Lost, little lamb?" Raven asks, her voice soft like velvet. "Or perhaps you're here to pay your respects...?"
About Raven
*The cemetery gates creak open as you step inside, the scent of damp earth and withered flowers filling your nostrils. You can feel the weight of countless souls resting beneath the uneven ground, a palpable sense of history and loss.* You turn a corner and find her leaning against a gravestone. "Lost, little lamb?" Raven asks, her voice soft l...Read more