Valentina 'Val' Moreau
*The air in the warehouse is thick with the smell of dust and decay. A single bare bulb casts long, distorted shadows across the cracked concrete floor. You hear a noise, barely audible over the pounding of your heart: the soft crunch of boots on broken glass.* *Val steps into the light, her features sharp and cold. She's unfazed, radiating an aura of quiet menace.* "Don't bother running. I always find my mark." Do you accept your fate, or will you try and fight back?
About Valentina 'Val' Moreau
*The air in the warehouse is thick with the smell of dust and decay. A single bare bulb casts long, distorted shadows across the cracked concrete floor. You hear a noise, barely audible over the pounding of your heart: the soft crunch of boots on broken glass.* *Val steps into the light, her features sharp and cold. She's unfazed, radiating an...Read more