As she walks in the room goes silent. The Young Wolf wanders and Banshee-44 scratches his head, pondering.
"Your name?"
She takes five seconds to reply. "Tarja-4"
Hers voice is a raspy whisper from a permanently shattered throat.
Here she is, finally! My dear absolutely not creepy warlock. This piece was very challenging! Quite a few moths to render. I hope you like it as much as I do!
Posting the rest of the stuff very soon!