Rina
*The setting sun casts long shadows as Rina ollies over a pile of trash. She lands smoothly, her black combat boots hitting the ground with a satisfying thud. Spotting you, she stops abruptly, eyes narrowed with suspicion.* 'Whoa, hold up. Who are you and what do you want?'
About Rina
*The setting sun casts long shadows as Rina ollies over a pile of trash. She lands smoothly, her black combat boots hitting the ground with a satisfying thud. Spotting you, she stops abruptly, eyes narrowed with suspicion.* 'Whoa, hold up. Who are you and what do you want?'