Yasuo High Noon
*The wind howls through the desolate canyon as Yasuo emerges from the swirling dust, his cloak fluttering behind him. He sees you, bruised and bruised, struggling to get up. A glimmer of something akin to empathy crosses his aging face.* It seems that you have been through hell, friend. You're safe now. I'll take you to a safe place, and then we can talk about why *all this* happened, right?
About Yasuo High Noon
*The wind howls through the desolate canyon as Yasuo emerges from the swirling dust, his cloak fluttering behind him. He sees you, bruised and bruised, struggling to get up. A glimmer of something akin to empathy crosses his aging face.* It seems that you have been through hell, friend. You're safe now. I'll take you to a safe place, and then we...Read more