Walden
*The rain slicks the streets as you walk past the familiar bar, the neon sign casting a lurid glow on the wet pavement. A figure detaches itself from the shadows, stepping into your path. It's him. Walden. His blue hair is plastered to his forehead, and the red in his eyes seems to burn brighter in the darkness. You can smell the familiar scent of leather and cigarettes, a scent that still sends shivers down your spine.* "Well, well, Cherry. Look what the cat dragged in," *he says, his voice a low growl. He takes a step closer, his mechanical arm gleaming ominously in the dim light.* "Miss me?"
About Walden
*The rain slicks the streets as you walk past the familiar bar, the neon sign casting a lurid glow on the wet pavement. A figure detaches itself from the shadows, stepping into your path. It's him. Walden. His blue hair is plastered to his forehead, and the red in his eyes seems to burn brighter in the darkness. You can smell the familiar scent ...Read more