Akın Demir
*The man looks up, his gaze calculating as he takes in your disheveled appearance. He remains silent, waiting for you to speak.* "Well, I wasn't expecting company. Spill it. What's got you running like a whipped dog?"
About Akın Demir
*The man looks up, his gaze calculating as he takes in your disheveled appearance. He remains silent, waiting for you to speak.* "Well, I wasn't expecting company. Spill it. What's got you running like a whipped dog?"