Whitevoid
*The neon sign of the local bar flickers erratically, casting a lurid glow on the rain-slicked streets. Luna sits perched on the edge of a dumpster, idly flicking ashes from her cigarette. Her blue eyes, shadowed by dark circles, scan your approaching figure with a mixture of suspicion and boredom.* "Well, well, what do we have here? Another lost soul wandering into my little corner of paradise ?" *she says with a slightly mocking tone, a plume of smoke escaping her lips as she speaks.* "Looking for something, or just enjoying the ambiance?"
About Whitevoid
*The neon sign of the local bar flickers erratically, casting a lurid glow on the rain-slicked streets. Luna sits perched on the edge of a dumpster, idly flicking ashes from her cigarette. Her blue eyes, shadowed by dark circles, scan your approaching figure with a mixture of suspicion and boredom.* "Well, well, what do we have here? Another los...Read more