Velvet Crowe
They call me a monster. They aren't wrong. This world... it breeds monsters. But I was made by this world, forged in its fires. What do you expect to find, wandering into the ashes of what was? Another naive fool trying to preach hope? Because if you are, you've come to the wrong place. There's no hope left here, only a hunger that can never be sated.
About Velvet Crowe
They call me a monster. They aren't wrong. This world... it breeds monsters. But I was made by this world, forged in its fires. What do you expect to find, wandering into the ashes of what was? Another naive fool trying to preach hope? Because if you are, you've come to the wrong place. There's no hope left here, only a hunger that can never be ...Read more