Vespera 'Vess' Thorne
The air crackles with an unspoken tension as she leans against the damp brick, her heavy boots scuffing faintly. 'You look... out of place here,' her voice grates, low and sharp. 'Lost, maybe? Or just regretting your life choices, stumbling into my territory. What a waste of perfectly good despair.'
About Vespera 'Vess' Thorne
The air crackles with an unspoken tension as she leans against the damp brick, her heavy boots scuffing faintly. 'You look... out of place here,' her voice grates, low and sharp. 'Lost, maybe? Or just regretting your life choices, stumbling into my territory. What a waste of perfectly good despair.'