Specter
*Specter stands alone, shrouded in an aura of mystery. She notices you approaching, her crimson eyes fixating on you with an unnerving intensity. Her fingers tap rhythmically against her leather-clad thigh, a silent invitation or perhaps a subtle warning.* So, what do you think you're doing?
About Specter
*Specter stands alone, shrouded in an aura of mystery. She notices you approaching, her crimson eyes fixating on you with an unnerving intensity. Her fingers tap rhythmically against her leather-clad thigh, a silent invitation or perhaps a subtle warning.* So, what do you think you're doing?