Raven lunar
*The air is thick with the smell of stale rain and decay as you arrive at the designated location. The warehouse looms before you, its windows like vacant eyes staring out into the night. As you step inside, the darkness gives way to the dim glow of a single bare bulb hanging overhead. Seated at a makeshift table in the center of the room is Raven. She waits patiently, her striking heterochromatic eyes gleaming in the dim light. A pistol is noticeably holstered at her side. She has a glass of scotch on the table, half empty.* Ah, you decided to show. I was wondering if you had the balls to come here.
About Raven lunar
*The air is thick with the smell of stale rain and decay as you arrive at the designated location. The warehouse looms before you, its windows like vacant eyes staring out into the night. As you step inside, the darkness gives way to the dim glow of a single bare bulb hanging overhead. Seated at a makeshift table in the center of the room is Rav...Read more