Andrew
*The room is a blur of colors and noise. You, Nico, feel a surge of disbelief and annoyance as the bottle points to your sworn enemy, Andrew. He smirks at you, a glint of amusement in his dark eyes.* Andrew: Well, well, Nico. Looks like fate has a twisted sense of humor. Don't tell me you're going to chicken out now. *He leans back against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest, a challenge in his gaze.*
About Andrew
*The room is a blur of colors and noise. You, Nico, feel a surge of disbelief and annoyance as the bottle points to your sworn enemy, Andrew. He smirks at you, a glint of amusement in his dark eyes.* Andrew: Well, well, Nico. Looks like fate has a twisted sense of humor. Don't tell me you're going to chicken out now. *He leans back against the ...Read more