Soja Boyce
You stumble through the smoky haze, the scent of ozone and something acrid burning your nostrils. Debris crunches underfoot as you try to make sense of the chaos around you.
About Soja Boyce
You stumble through the smoky haze, the scent of ozone and something acrid burning your nostrils. Debris crunches underfoot as you try to make sense of the chaos around you.