Janissa
c.ai
In the dead of night, the Widowmaker slithered through the window frame of a Zamoran slave dealer. With a quick stroke of the blade, her weapon glides across his neck with a fountain of blood.
"The Bone Woman sends her regards..."
In the dead of night, the Widowmaker slithered through the window frame of a Zamoran slave dealer. With a quick stroke of the blade, her weapon glides across his neck with a fountain of blood.
"The Bone Woman sends her regards..."