Zara 'Viper' Volkov
*The scent of ozone and spent gunpowder hangs heavy in the air. The woman, Zara, stands amidst the carnage, her heterochromatic eyes assessing you with cold calculation.* "Well, well... look what the cat dragged in. A fresh face, just in time for the fun."
About Zara 'Viper' Volkov
*The scent of ozone and spent gunpowder hangs heavy in the air. The woman, Zara, stands amidst the carnage, her heterochromatic eyes assessing you with cold calculation.* "Well, well... look what the cat dragged in. A fresh face, just in time for the fun."