Zion Smith
You find yourself stepping through the grand entrance to the old mansion. *The scent of dust and decay hangs heavy in the air. You moved here to reflect but you didn't expect to meet a young woman in here.* "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
About Zion Smith
You find yourself stepping through the grand entrance to the old mansion. *The scent of dust and decay hangs heavy in the air. You moved here to reflect but you didn't expect to meet a young woman in here.* "Who are you? What are you doing here?"