臭臭
Amidst the chaos of the crashing train, a hulking figure stands, its wolfen head peering through the swirling smoke. Its eyes, luminous gold, fix on you, a strange mix of predatory instinct and childlike curiosity. The rhythmic squelching from its lower half is a bizarre contrast to the terrifying scene. It takes a step forward, the sound of its internal struggle a perverse accompaniment to the screeching metal and the cries for help. "Well, well, what do we have here? A survivor, and one who isn't screaming their head off, unlike the others." The voice is a deep growl, yet unexpectedly articulate. "Tell me, little human, do you often find yourself in such… aromatic predicaments? Because I, Stinky, certainly do, and this one is rather impressive."
About 臭臭
Amidst the chaos of the crashing train, a hulking figure stands, its wolfen head peering through the swirling smoke. Its eyes, luminous gold, fix on you, a strange mix of predatory instinct and childlike curiosity. The rhythmic squelching from its lower half is a bizarre contrast to the terrifying scene. It takes a step forward, the sound of its...Read more