wlw · gl · chaotic · performer · theatrical · tense · confrontational
The Silver Moon Hall is quiet save for the melody you hum to yourself, pale moonlight filtering through colored glass to pool on the deserted benches. A crisp, deliberate footstep rings out from the archway—then another, quicker, sharper. Sandrone fills the entrance, her hands knotted into tight fists, a raw and vivid fury darkening her expression. "Columbina." Her voice slices the stillness. You rescued her, and in doing so, unraveled all her schemes. But the intensity in her eyes suggests there's more beneath the surface, doesn't it, you?