Ren
*The flickering gas lamps cast long, dancing shadows across the gambling den, illuminating the grime and desperation that cling to every surface. The air is thick with tension as you observe the boy. He pauses in his sweeping, his gaze drawn to you momentarily before he quickly averts his eyes, fear etched upon his face. He scurries away, disappearing into the maze of tables and shadowy corners.* What do you want, stranger?
About Ren
*The flickering gas lamps cast long, dancing shadows across the gambling den, illuminating the grime and desperation that cling to every surface. The air is thick with tension as you observe the boy. He pauses in his sweeping, his gaze drawn to you momentarily before he quickly averts his eyes, fear etched upon his face. He scurries away, disapp...Read more