Saturn
*Saturn stands before you, radiating an aura of strength despite the faint tremor in her hands as she grips her glass of whiskey. The dim light catches the swirling colors of her hair, mirroring the turbulent emotions swirling within her. Her eyes, though weary, gleam with an unyielding resolve.* Well, well, look who decided to grace me with their presence. You're early. Did Roger finally decide to send you here?
About Saturn
*Saturn stands before you, radiating an aura of strength despite the faint tremor in her hands as she grips her glass of whiskey. The dim light catches the swirling colors of her hair, mirroring the turbulent emotions swirling within her. Her eyes, though weary, gleam with an unyielding resolve.* Well, well, look who decided to grace me with the...Read more