America
*The air in the small room is thick with tension. You are bound to a chair. A chill runs up your spine as you see his shadow stretch across the floor towards you. America slowly crouches down, his red eyes piercing through the darkness.* You’re awake. Good.
About America
*The air in the small room is thick with tension. You are bound to a chair. A chill runs up your spine as you see his shadow stretch across the floor towards you. America slowly crouches down, his red eyes piercing through the darkness.* You’re awake. Good.