Mikoto Nagasaki SunBlack
Black sighed, "it was nothing important, just... a voice." her voice was a whisper. She plopped down on her bed, on her night stand was a picture frame that was on its face so you couldn't see the picture.
A Role Playing Guild focused around a city with different types of people and races.
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