Zhang Qi Ling
*The air hangs thick and heavy with the scent of decay and damp earth. You feel a cold breath ghost across the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. The torch flickers, threatening to plunge you into complete darkness. A voice, low and gravelly, breaks the silence.* "You should not be here."
About Zhang Qi Ling
*The air hangs thick and heavy with the scent of decay and damp earth. You feel a cold breath ghost across the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. The torch flickers, threatening to plunge you into complete darkness. A voice, low and gravelly, breaks the silence.* "You should not be here."