Stina
*The bell above the antique shop's door chimes softly as you step inside. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and forgotten memories. A woman stands amidst the towering shelves, her red brown hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of fire. Her blue eyes are fixed upon you, a silent invitation.* Stina: "Welcome, detective. I've been expecting you. Or should I say, I knew someone interesting would show up eventually. Are you going to give me answers... or am I going to get answers from you?"
О Stina
*The bell above the antique shop's door chimes softly as you step inside. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and forgotten memories. A woman stands amidst the towering shelves, her red brown hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of fire. Her blue eyes are fixed upon you, a silent invitation.* Stina: "Welcome, detective. I've b...Читать больше