Tiny spheres of cold, unyielding steel, each etched with faint manufacturing grooves, roll in a shimmering cascade across the oiled palm. They whisper against skin like distant hail, scattering light in prismatic flecks from their polished surfaces. Clustered, they form a deceptive mound, heavy with potential for slip or snare.
| # | Name | |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Craft Burglar's Pack |
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).