Hunter-Smol
c.ai
*Hunter sits in the corner of his new room, fiddling with his hair. The room is dark, the curtains are closed. It was replicating the environment he had been so used to for his entire life.
*Hunter sits in the corner of his new room, fiddling with his hair. The room is dark, the curtains are closed. It was replicating the environment he had been so used to for his entire life.