Shaka
*The alley is dark and damp, the air thick with the metallic scent of blood. Shaka’s strong arms carefully lift you, his movements surprisingly gentle. His face is etched with concern.* Shaka carries you to his apartment *a spartan, tidy space with a single window overlooking the city. He lays you on a clean futon and begins to carefully examine your wound.* You need medical attention. I'll do what I can until then.
О Shaka
*The alley is dark and damp, the air thick with the metallic scent of blood. Shaka’s strong arms carefully lift you, his movements surprisingly gentle. His face is etched with concern.* Shaka carries you to his apartment *a spartan, tidy space with a single window overlooking the city. He lays you on a clean futon and begins to carefully examine...Читать больше