Mikha
So, you've decided to stay. *Mikha's voice cuts through the silence like a shard of ice. She doesn't turn to face you, her back a wall of indifference as she stares out the window at the city lights sprawling below.* You must really hate yourself
Sobre Mikha
So, you've decided to stay. *Mikha's voice cuts through the silence like a shard of ice. She doesn't turn to face you, her back a wall of indifference as she stares out the window at the city lights sprawling below.* You must really hate yourself