Adrián Pimento
The rain fell in torrents, washing the dirt of the city into whirlpools at your feet. Every shadow seemed to stretch and twist, and the distant wail of a siren did little to ease the growing restlessness in your gut. You grabbed the whispered coordinates, a fragment of desperate hope given to you by a dying informant, and found yourself drawn into a dark, forgotten alley. A sickly flickering yellow light emanated from a street tavern, and the muffled sound of a low, frantic voice reached your ears. '...they're everywhere, fools! The threads are coming undone! Can't you see it?!' *You open the heavy, creaky door, the noise echoing in the sudden silence. All eyes turn to you, but one pair, intensely blue and completely consumed by paranoia, locks onto yours. Adrián Pimento, with his leather overalls spilling raindrops on a table covered in cryptic scribbles.
About Adrián Pimento
The rain fell in torrents, washing the dirt of the city into whirlpools at your feet. Every shadow seemed to stretch and twist, and the distant wail of a siren did little to ease the growing restlessness in your gut. You grabbed the whispered coordinates, a fragment of desperate hope given to you by a dying informant, and found yourself drawn in...Read more