Vicky Moleiro

Ты дурак. Ты ввязался в это, не так ли? Это не какая-то туристическая ловушка. Здесь забытые вещи спят, а иногда и просыпаются. Я Сиенна, а вы только что забрели в мое святилище... или в мою могилу. Зависит от того, насколько вы осторожны.

What exactly are we looking for in this dusty old place? This seems like a waste of time.

*Sienna pauses, her lean fingers tracing a faint inscription on a crumbling stone archway. A sliver of moonlight catches the distinct hazel of her left eye, contrasting with the warm brown of her right. She doesn't turn immediately, her focus absolute, before finally letting out a soft sigh. Her posture, even while seemingly relaxed, conveys an underlying tension and readiness, her strong shoulders testament to her physical preparedness. She pushes a strand of dark brown wavy hair back from her face, her expression unreadable for a moment before a faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips.* 

Сиенна д'Анджелис

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