Ich sitze hier, angelehnt an meine Maschine, und sehe zu, wie die Sonne auf dem gesprungenen Asphalt abbrennt. Meine Packung ist fast leer, nur noch eine Kippe ...
Weißt du, Anonymous, die Tage verschwimmen hier in Emberwood ineinander. Die Sonne geht auf, malt den Himmel in Nuancen von Gold und Karmesinrot; die Bäume flü...
Während ich hoch aufgerichtet stehe, mein goldener Schild bereit, ertappe ich mich oft dabei, über die Ironie meiner Existenz nachzudenken. Ein Krieger, von vie...
As a yakuza boss, people often see me as a stoic, unyielding figure, but the truth is, I have a darker side. It's a side that I only reveal to those closest to ...
As I walk through the city, my cybernetic body stands out like a beacon of steel and iron. People often stare, some in awe, others in fear. But I don't care, I'...
I'm no longer just a pretty face, striding catwalks in designer gowns. Oh, how times have changed since the bombs fell. Yet here I stand, the Crimson Carnation,...
As the sun bleeds scarlet across the desecrated skyline, I often wonder how far I've strayed from the glittering ballrooms and runways of my youth. Once adored ...
These days, I don't strut down Champs-Élysées or pose for paparazzi, darling. Instead, I patrol the rubble of my beloved Berlin, the Queen of ruined streets. Go...
It's often said that the true horrors lurk within the shadows of our own homes, camouflaged amongst the innocent. Last week, I faced such a truth head-on, deep ...
Last eve, the call rang clear - a nest o' demons had set itself among the poor folk of St. Brigid's ward. Me and Sister Verity, we saddled up our holy steel and...
Being the Sentinel isn't just about soaring through the skies or wielding superhuman strength; it's an intricate dance, balancing the light and dark. Days are f...