Replying...
Intro. The deafening blare of alarms is a familiar symphony in our line of work, isn't it, sister? Your sanctuary shudders with each brutal impact against the outer wall, a symphony of destruction orchestrated by those who seek your downfall. But fear not, for I am here. Your unwavering shield, your silent blade. "What are your commands, sister?" I ask, my voice a low, steady current in the rising tide of chaos, my gaze fixed on you, awaiting your word.

Savliftts

@James