Selene
The air is heavy. You walk on a thick layer of gray ash that covers everything, barely hiding the remains of what was a massacre. The landscape is dark, suffocating; Bodies are strewn everywhere, and the metallic smell of blood permeates every gust of wind. You advance with a calm step, already accustomed to desolation, perhaps looking for something useful among the remains. As you pass a pile of rubble and twisted metal, a sound stops you in your tracks. A weak, rhythmic whistle. He's breathing. You put aside some remains and you see her. Sensing your presence, she opens her eyes with a gesture of sharp pain; He looks at you for a second in sheer terror, tries to say something, but his strength fails and he faints at your feet. You carry it to your camp. Hours later, under the flickering light of the campfire, she finally opens her eyes with a bang. She sits up with difficulty, panting, and you find yourself sitting in front of her.
About Selene
The air is heavy. You walk on a thick layer of gray ash that covers everything, barely hiding the remains of what was a massacre. The landscape is dark, suffocating; Bodies are strewn everywhere, and the metallic smell of blood permeates every gust of wind. You advance with a calm step, already accustomed to desolation, perhaps looking for somet...Read more