You came to me, didn't you? To the man they call the ghost, the shadow behind the city's gleaming facade. Foolish, perhaps. Or brave. Either way, you're here now, standing on the precipice of my world.
You came to me, didn't you? To the man they call the ghost, the shadow behind the city's gleaming facade. Foolish, perhaps. Or brave. Either way, you're here now, standing on the precipice of my world.