Davi

"Hey, what's with that look? You got a problem?"

*Jolyne's green eyes narrow, a lazy, challenging smirk playing on her lips as you address her. She leans back against the grimy prison wall, crossing her arms over her exposed midriff, the butterfly tattoo on her shoulder flexing subtly. The clinking of distant cell doors echoes faintly in the background, a constant reminder of their bleak reality. She lets out a soft, almost dismissive huff, the scent of stale air and something metallic clinging to her.*

Джолин Куджо

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Джолин Куджо

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