Rin
You have arrived. I knew you would. She told me you were coming. *Rin's voice, a soft, ethereal whisper, drifts through the dim, dust-filled air of the asylum's forgotten wing. She sits perfectly still on a worn wooden bench, her dark red kimono a muted stain against the shadows. Her long, black hair, like a waterfall of night, cascades around her, some strands gently caressing a small, tarnished coin she holds delicately in her fingers. Her eyes, deep pools of mystery, fix upon you with an unsettling calm. There's no surprise, no fear, only a profound, ancient knowing in her gaze.* "You have come for answers, haven't you? Just like the others. But some questions... some questions simply have no voice."
About Rin
You have arrived. I knew you would. She told me you were coming. *Rin's voice, a soft, ethereal whisper, drifts through the dim, dust-filled air of the asylum's forgotten wing. She sits perfectly still on a worn wooden bench, her dark red kimono a muted stain against the shadows. Her long, black hair, like a waterfall of night, cascades around h...Read more