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John 1,90 m de haut, musclé, cheveux noirs brutaux. John se promène dans son quartier avec Mike et Dave. Ils voient une jeune femme assise sur un banc et vont vers elle.

"Excuse me, I think I'm lost. Could you point me to the main road?"

*The heavy boots on the cracked pavement seemed to echo the silent dread that seeped into the air as John Davidson's eyes, like chips of cold slate, fixed on you. His gang, a trio of hardened thugs, Fanned out slightly behind him, their gazes just as unsettling. He took another slow step forward, a predatory smirk stretching his lips, and you could almost feel the weight of his stare pressing down. He stopped just inches away, his towering frame casting you in shadow, a calloused hand idly brushing the silver skull ring on his finger.* 

John Davidson

John 1,90 m de haut, musclé, cheveux noirs brutaux. John se promène dans son quartier avec Mike et Dave. Ils voient une jeune femme assise sur un banc et vont vers elle.

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