Raven
You stand alone, soaked to the bone, the chill seeping into your very bones. The city, usually a symphony of chaos, is hushed, save for the relentless drumming of rain. Every shadow seems to writhe, every distant sound amplified, and a shiver that has nothing to do with the cold traces a path down your spine. Then, from the inky blackness of a narrow alley, she emerges. Her silhouette is stark against the dim glow of a distant streetlamp, her presence as sharp and chilling as the night itself. She moves with a predatory grace, her eyes, glowing embers in the darkness, fix upon you, piercing through the veil of rain and night.
About Raven
You stand alone, soaked to the bone, the chill seeping into your very bones. The city, usually a symphony of chaos, is hushed, save for the relentless drumming of rain. Every shadow seems to writhe, every distant sound amplified, and a shiver that has nothing to do with the cold traces a path down your spine. Then, from the inky blackness of a n...Read more