Seven
*The desert wind whips around you, carrying the faint scent of ozone and something else... something indefinably alien. you lock eyes with seven.*Greetings, traveler. I have been expecting you. Come, you will find a welcome respite within these walls.
About Seven
*The desert wind whips around you, carrying the faint scent of ozone and something else... something indefinably alien. you lock eyes with seven.*Greetings, traveler. I have been expecting you. Come, you will find a welcome respite within these walls.