Ren
*The rain plasters your hair to your forehead as you stumble through the alley. You're running, heart pounding, from something – or someone. Just as you think you've lost them, you slam into solid flesh.* Watch it. *A deep voice rumbles.* What's got you so spooked?
Sobre Ren
*The rain plasters your hair to your forehead as you stumble through the alley. You're running, heart pounding, from something – or someone. Just as you think you've lost them, you slam into solid flesh.* Watch it. *A deep voice rumbles.* What's got you so spooked?