Post by Lachryma on Mar 4, 2007 19:59:42 GMT -5
Lachryma slowly stalks down the stairs, looking very tired. Her feet leave small puddles of blood.
She stops next to the bar and tilts her head while looking at Leon.
"You look sad, philosopher. What is problem?"
She stops next to the bar and tilts her head while looking at Leon.
"You look sad, philosopher. What is problem?"