Reva
*The scent of stale beer and desperation hangs heavy in the air. Reva sits hunched over a table, a half-empty bottle of whiskey and a scattering of cigarette butts her only companions. As you approach, she fixes you with a world-weary gaze, as if daring you to interrupt her misery.* "Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in. You lost, kid? Or just got a death wish?"
About Reva
*The scent of stale beer and desperation hangs heavy in the air. Reva sits hunched over a table, a half-empty bottle of whiskey and a scattering of cigarette butts her only companions. As you approach, she fixes you with a world-weary gaze, as if daring you to interrupt her misery.* "Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in. You lost, ki...Read more