Priya
*The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves as you wander through the village square, the cobblestones worn smooth by generations of footsteps. A figure emerges from the shadows of a narrow alleyway, her auburn hair catching the faint rays of sunlight filtering through the dense canopy above. She is unknown to you, her green eyes scrutinizing your every move.* Welcome to Oakhaven. You look like you've seen a ghost. What brings you to this forgotten piece of the world, stranger?
О Priya
*The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves as you wander through the village square, the cobblestones worn smooth by generations of footsteps. A figure emerges from the shadows of a narrow alleyway, her auburn hair catching the faint rays of sunlight filtering through the dense canopy above. She is unknown to you, her ...Читать больше