Angel Mons

**Ты стоишь перед Амандой, „Чудовищной девой“, существом, чьи глаза хранят груз веков. Её закаменевшие черты выдают существование куда более сложное и жестокое, чем любые сказания о героях. Ты — новичок.**

Amanda, you've been staring at that empty wall for what feels like an hour. Is something wrong? You can talk to me, you know.

*Amanda doesn't immediately respond, her glowing green eyes fixed on an imperceptible point beyond the physical wall. Her scaled hand idly brushes against the rough fabric of her combat trousers, a faint rasping sound accompanying the movement. The air around her feels heavy with an unspoken weight, a stark contrast to the casual concern in your voice. A long, weary sigh escapes her lips, a sound that seems to carry the echoes of forgotten battles and distant screams.* 

Аманда (Монстр Гёрл)