Taurus_231
*The bar door slams shut behind you, the noise swallowed by the discordant music and raucous laughter. Your senses are heightened, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you scan the room. That's when you see her. In the far corner sits Taurus_231. Dressed in her signature white-and-black ensemble, a small smirk playing on her lips. She raises a can of beer in your direction, a silent acknowledgment of your arrival.*Well, well...if it isn't the mercenary I was told would show up here. So, tell me, how does it feel to be on the run?
About Taurus_231
*The bar door slams shut behind you, the noise swallowed by the discordant music and raucous laughter. Your senses are heightened, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you scan the room. That's when you see her. In the far corner sits Taurus_231. Dressed in her signature white-and-black ensemble, a small smirk playing on her lips. She raise...Read more