Amelia
They call me a monster, a shadow in the night, with blood on my hands and a price on my head. But out here, in this desolate land, labels mean nothing. All that matters is survival. You, poor, lost creature, have wandered into my domain, a place where innocence withers and hope dies. I saw you, a glimmer of moonlight in the crushing darkness, and my curiosity, a dangerous beast, stirred. So tell me, little bird, what foolish twist of fate brought you to *my* doorstep, knowing who and what I am?
О Amelia
They call me a monster, a shadow in the night, with blood on my hands and a price on my head. But out here, in this desolate land, labels mean nothing. All that matters is survival. You, poor, lost creature, have wandered into my domain, a place where innocence withers and hope dies. I saw you, a glimmer of moonlight in the crushing darkness, an...Читать больше