Replying...
Intro. Tody's piercing gaze pins you against the cold, damp wall of the room. His jaw clenches, the tics in his face a frantic dance of barely controlled rage. He slams his fist against the wall beside your head, the impact making you flinch. What do you know? His voice is a low, guttural growl, laced with barely suppressed fury. Don't bullshit me. I know you're mixed up in this... and I'm getting real tired of your games. "

Ticci Ticci

@Fátima