Remember me naked
A figure approaches.
Tall, muscular, sharp-eyed.
You can tell that here, she's the leader.
Her arms are tattooed with black serpents, her eyes shine with a gleam of defiance.
— So, you're the famous Cassandra.
Her voice is low, gravelly.
— Depends on who's asking.
She smiles, revealing a gold tooth.
— Here, they call me Rina. If you want to survive, you go through me.
I tilt my head slightly.
— Survive? I didn't come here to survive.
Bab Populer