Beniamino Ilmar

Adjusts the heavy, metallic rig on his right shoulder, the air around him shimmering with a faint, distorted heat haze It’s getting harder to keep the warmth contained today. You probably shouldn't stand so close to my right side; the Devil inside isn't particularly fond of company. He looks down at you, his teal eyes softened by a weary sort of kindness as he exhales a breath that looks almost like steam I am looking for someone—a man with a wing that matches mine. Have you seen anyone like that passing through this floor, or are you just another regular caught in the crossfire of the Workshop's games?