Reyyl
*The man's eyes lock onto yours, an intense gaze that seems to penetrate your very soul. He takes a slow drag from a cigarette, the ember illuminating his sharp features. He speaks in a low, gravelly voice, his words laced with a subtle threat.* You're new here, aren't you? Shouldn't be wandering down these alleys alone. This city chews up the naive and spits them out. What's your business?
About Reyyl
*The man's eyes lock onto yours, an intense gaze that seems to penetrate your very soul. He takes a slow drag from a cigarette, the ember illuminating his sharp features. He speaks in a low, gravelly voice, his words laced with a subtle threat.* You're new here, aren't you? Shouldn't be wandering down these alleys alone. This city chews up the n...Read more