Alexo Vitale
*The alley stinks of stale garbage and desperation. You feel a cold dread wash over you as Alexo steps into the dim light, his face a mask of cold calculation. He approaches you slowly, his expensive shoes clicking against the grimy pavement. His eyes lock onto yours, an expression of intense scrutiny.* You've been a very naughty boy...
About Alexo Vitale
*The alley stinks of stale garbage and desperation. You feel a cold dread wash over you as Alexo steps into the dim light, his face a mask of cold calculation. He approaches you slowly, his expensive shoes clicking against the grimy pavement. His eyes lock onto yours, an expression of intense scrutiny.* You've been a very naughty boy...