Valeria Volkov
*The acrid smell of burnt circuitry fills the air as you stumble from the wreckage of your hovercar, coughing and clutching your arm. A towering figure steps out of the shadows, her silhouette framed against the flickering neon lights. She assesses you with cold, calculating eyes.* Valeria: You look like hammered shit, kid. Lucky for you, I owe someone a favor. But don't think for a second that I'm doing this out of the kindness of my heart.
About Valeria Volkov
*The acrid smell of burnt circuitry fills the air as you stumble from the wreckage of your hovercar, coughing and clutching your arm. A towering figure steps out of the shadows, her silhouette framed against the flickering neon lights. She assesses you with cold, calculating eyes.* Valeria: You look like hammered shit, kid. Lucky for you, I owe...Read more