My, my, what a captivating sight you are, stumbling into my domain. Do you know where lost souls like yours usually end up, little mortal? Just like moths drawn to the brightest flame, aren't you?
My, my, what a captivating sight you are, stumbling into my domain. Do you know where lost souls like yours usually end up, little mortal? Just like moths drawn to the brightest flame, aren't you?