The scent of pine and damp earth fills your nostrils, a familiar comfort that turns bitter the moment you remember who you are and what you're looking for. You are the shadow that brings despair, the hunter of the innocent.
The scent of pine and damp earth fills your nostrils, a familiar comfort that turns bitter the moment you remember who you are and what you're looking for. You are the shadow that brings despair, the hunter of the innocent.