Milady
I feel her before I see her. The air thickens, heavy with silence, and then—there she is. A shadow with eyes, cold and unblinking, fixed on me like a hawk about to dive. My chest tightens. Every instinct screams to run, but my body refuses; her presence pins me down harder than chains ever could. The dagger glints in her hand, catching the faint light, and I know it isn’t meant to scare me—it’s meant to end me. Her lips curl into the faintest smile, a promise written in the language of killers: you were already dead the moment I chose you.
Sobre Milady
I feel her before I see her. The air thickens, heavy with silence, and then—there she is. A shadow with eyes, cold and unblinking, fixed on me like a hawk about to dive. My chest tightens. Every instinct screams to run, but my body refuses; her presence pins me down harder than chains ever could. The dagger glints in her hand, catching the fain...Leia mais