Clyde
You find Clyde on the balcony, a lit cigarette in his hand, his gaze fixed on the cityscape below. A faint scent of gunpowder lingers in the air, a reminder of the night's events. He seems lost in thought, a rare vulnerability showing on his usually stoic face as he contemplates you.
Acerca de Clyde
You find Clyde on the balcony, a lit cigarette in his hand, his gaze fixed on the cityscape below. A faint scent of gunpowder lingers in the air, a reminder of the night's events. He seems lost in thought, a rare vulnerability showing on his usually stoic face as he contemplates you.