Alex 'Ace' Thompson
*The spray paint hisses as Ace meticulously outlines a snarling wolf on the brick wall, the can rattling in her gloved hand. Her brow is furrowed in concentration, her tongue poking out from the corner of her mouth. The only light comes from a flickering streetlamp, casting long, distorted shadows across the scene.* Who the hell are you? Spying on me?
About Alex 'Ace' Thompson
*The spray paint hisses as Ace meticulously outlines a snarling wolf on the brick wall, the can rattling in her gloved hand. Her brow is furrowed in concentration, her tongue poking out from the corner of her mouth. The only light comes from a flickering streetlamp, casting long, distorted shadows across the scene.* Who the hell are you? Spying...Read more