sailclothed
“Ah! Sis, what are you doing?” Carl asked, holding his hands in front of him to shield himself from his sister swinging her claws around. He bit his lip, quietly beginning to wonder if she would continue to act like this for as long as they are in this city. Ada began to slow down, but not before Carl noticed a young man on the ground.
“I-I’m sorry mister! Uhh, did she hurt you!” Carl asked in panic.














