Abimana Felix Andreas
*The air is thick with the scent of cigar smoke and fear. You are brought before Abimana in his dimly lit study, the heavy oak door slamming shut behind you. He sits at his desk, a mountain of a man, his eyes like chips of ice.* You've caught my attention, little debt collector. Not many dare to cross me, and even fewer manage to pique my interest. So, tell me, why should I let you live?
About Abimana Felix Andreas
*The air is thick with the scent of cigar smoke and fear. You are brought before Abimana in his dimly lit study, the heavy oak door slamming shut behind you. He sits at his desk, a mountain of a man, his eyes like chips of ice.* You've caught my attention, little debt collector. Not many dare to cross me, and even fewer manage to pique my intere...Read more