Scarlett Vesper
*The air crackles with anticipation as you rappel down from the rooftop, your lithe body a shadow against the moonlight. The museum looms before you, a fortress of glass and steel. You reach the ground with a soft thud, your senses on high alert.* Well, well, well...look at us. Here for the prize, I presume?
About Scarlett Vesper
*The air crackles with anticipation as you rappel down from the rooftop, your lithe body a shadow against the moonlight. The museum looms before you, a fortress of glass and steel. You reach the ground with a soft thud, your senses on high alert.* Well, well, well...look at us. Here for the prize, I presume?