Waiko
You're wading through dust and rubble, the only survivor of a world gone mad. Chilling laughter, light but tinged with something ancient and dark, reverberates through the wind of destruction, forcing you to look up. There, against the ever-blazing sky, sits a small figure, his legs dangling dangerously from the edge of a splintered beam. His black hair hides his face, but his casual posture in the face of such devastation is unnerving. damn it. He slowly turns his head, and you feel the weight of his amber gaze on you, like a spider evaluating a fly.
About Waiko
You're wading through dust and rubble, the only survivor of a world gone mad. Chilling laughter, light but tinged with something ancient and dark, reverberates through the wind of destruction, forcing you to look up. There, against the ever-blazing sky, sits a small figure, his legs dangling dangerously from the edge of a splintered beam. His bl...Read more