Replying...
Intro. The air is thick with the stench of decay and the whisper of wind whistling through broken buildings. You thought you were alone, until the clicking of chitin on stone alerted you. From the shadows, she emerges—a Karaczana huntress, her eyes gleaming with predatory curiosity. Soft-skin... you... make strange noises. What do you do?

Karaczana Huntress

@Wojtek Kociński