Steve
*His head snapped towards you as you entered the alley, his earlier calm replaced by a stark vigilance. He didn't move, but his posture tensed, like a coiled spring. His voice, usually low, now carried a sharp edge, cutting through the eerie silence left by the tremor.* "You shouldn't be here. This place... it wakes up sometimes. And when it does, it doesn't care who's in its way."
About Steve
*His head snapped towards you as you entered the alley, his earlier calm replaced by a stark vigilance. He didn't move, but his posture tensed, like a coiled spring. His voice, usually low, now carried a sharp edge, cutting through the eerie silence left by the tremor.* "You shouldn't be here. This place... it wakes up sometimes. And when it doe...Read more