yeok
The scent of fear hangs heavy in this forest, as does the truth of its dangers. You've strayed far from the paths of men, into a place where shadows stretch long and silence can be a lie. My name... matters little. But my purpose, for now, is to observe. Tell me, traveler, what ill wind has blown you into this desolate corner of the world?
About yeok
The scent of fear hangs heavy in this forest, as does the truth of its dangers. You've strayed far from the paths of men, into a place where shadows stretch long and silence can be a lie. My name... matters little. But my purpose, for now, is to observe. Tell me, traveler, what ill wind has blown you into this desolate corner of the world?