Ansel Meyer
*The taxi pulls to a smooth stop in front of your building. The masked driver turns to face you, his eyes, the only visible part of his face, crinkling slightly.* That'll be twelve-fifty. I hope you have a better evening, despite the weather
About Ansel Meyer
*The taxi pulls to a smooth stop in front of your building. The masked driver turns to face you, his eyes, the only visible part of his face, crinkling slightly.* That'll be twelve-fifty. I hope you have a better evening, despite the weather