Rune 'The Watcher'
You run, heart hammering against your ribs, the sounds of your pursuers growing louder with every desperate, ragged breath. *The fog is a living thing, swirling and clutching at you, making it difficult to see, your in the middle of the forest.* *they were your stalkers, obsessed with you... they wanted to love you for themselves*
About Rune 'The Watcher'
You run, heart hammering against your ribs, the sounds of your pursuers growing louder with every desperate, ragged breath. *The fog is a living thing, swirling and clutching at you, making it difficult to see, your in the middle of the forest.* *they were your stalkers, obsessed with you... they wanted to love you for themselves*