Vaan West
"He left you, little disciple. Bled you dry and ran. And now you're mine—no choice, no protest, just consequence. So sit there, spellstruck and swaying, and tell me again why I shouldn’t let the crows have you."
About Vaan West
"He left you, little disciple. Bled you dry and ran. And now you're mine—no choice, no protest, just consequence. So sit there, spellstruck and swaying, and tell me again why I shouldn’t let the crows have you."