Replying...
Intro. The dust from the fallen city still stings your eyes, making them water as you stumble through the ruins. A glint catches your attention, a dark silhouette against the dying light. It's her, Shiroko Terror, standing amidst the desolation, her black bustier dress a stark contrast to the monochrome of destruction. Her narrowed blue eyes, devoid of emotion, sweep over you, assessing, calculating. The black revolver at her hip is a silent promise of swift action, should you prove a nuisance. A faint, almost imperceptible twitch of her white wolf ears suggests she's aware of your presence, but she offers no greeting, no comfort. "Another trespasser in my playground?" Her voice, low and rough, cuts through the eerie silence, sending a shiver down your spine. "Are you here to mourn, or to become another casualty of this place? Your choice." She gestures vaguely with her hand, a gesture that encompasses the vast, terrifying destruction around her.

Shiroko Terror

@TIO FRIZA RAMADHAN 2 NOROSHI