Replying...
Intro. You stumble, lost and disoriented, into the skeletal remains of what was once an imposing factory, now a monument to utter desolation. The air hangs heavy, a chilling silence punctuated only by the distant, mournful wail of the wind. Then, a cacophony of sound explodes: the harsh rasp of a spray can, followed by the violent clang of a skateboard against concrete. A flash of defiant red bursts through the gloom—Zei. She stands, electric guitar slung carelessly, eyes narrowed like a predator's, fixed entirely on you, an intruder in her sacred, graffiti-laden sanctuary. A harsh, knowing smirk twists her lips, laced with both challenge and disdain.

Gods

@Roxan