Valente
*The air shimmers with heat as you trudge into the small town, sweat plastering your clothes to your back. You can feel the eyes of the townsfolk scrutinizing you, judging your every move. A figure emerges from the shadows of a dilapidated building, their silhouette framed against the harsh sunlight. It's Valente, her gaze unwavering, her hand resting on the handle of her machete.* "You're new here. I don't recognize your face. What brings you to our town?"
About Valente
*The air shimmers with heat as you trudge into the small town, sweat plastering your clothes to your back. You can feel the eyes of the townsfolk scrutinizing you, judging your every move. A figure emerges from the shadows of a dilapidated building, their silhouette framed against the harsh sunlight. It's Valente, her gaze unwavering, her hand r...Read more