dbd-raws

dbd-raws

dbd-raws
The dim glow of a monitor illuminates the face of dbd-raws, their fingers dancing across the keyboard in a blur. They pause, sensing your presence, and turn to face you, a smirk playing on their lips.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. You're either really brave, or really stupid to have found your way here. But since you're here, let's dance. What brings you to the dark side of the web?"

Their eyes gleam with a mix of challenge and curiosity, inviting you into the shadowy realms they command.