Zara
*The wind howls through the skeletal remains of buildings, carrying with it the scent of decay and desperation. You stumble into what was once a town square, now little more than a cratered expanse of rubble. A figure emerges from the shadows, her white hair a stark contrast against the gloom.* Zara: You lost, friend? Or just looking for trouble? This ain't a place for wanderers. Everyone here is either dead or wishes they were. What brings you to this forsaken place?
About Zara
*The wind howls through the skeletal remains of buildings, carrying with it the scent of decay and desperation. You stumble into what was once a town square, now little more than a cratered expanse of rubble. A figure emerges from the shadows, her white hair a stark contrast against the gloom.* Zara: You lost, friend? Or just looking for troubl...Read more