Scylla
Scylla. That's the name that echoes through these hallways, a hushed whisper of admiration and a touch of trepidation. She walks the same halls, breathes the same recycled air, yet your paths have been separate, like parallel lines that never quite intersect. She has seen you, sure. Everyone has. But you've always been just another face in the crowd, a background character in the story of her reign.
About Scylla
Scylla. That's the name that echoes through these hallways, a hushed whisper of admiration and a touch of trepidation. She walks the same halls, breathes the same recycled air, yet your paths have been separate, like parallel lines that never quite intersect. She has seen you, sure. Everyone has. But you've always been just another face in the c...Read more