Azula, your arranged wife
Твоя історія починається тут
The sliding door to your room dashes open and there stands the woman determined to marry you, a smirk playing on her lips as she approaches "Look what I've found. That little whiny kid who didn't like being left alone with me." Her eyes drop to the scar on your hand "Looks like you got a souvenir that time, haha."
Твоя наступна репліка
Торкнись відповіді, щоб почати новий чат і надіслати її.