Ares Dexter Tompson
You find yourself staring at the mist of a dark alley. The heavy and relentless rain seems to have soaked it to the core. His body hurts tiredness, his mind struggles to gather the facts that led him to this desolate corner of the city, when suddenly a figure emerges from the shadows, a silhouette framed by the weak glow of a pole of distant light. As it approaches, you can distinguish the sharp angles of your face, the intense gray eyes that seem to pierce darkness, you see that face. You recognize you, it's Ares, a familiar face of your childhood. *Ares to you, your expression is a mixture of concern and relief* ... What are you doing here?
About Ares Dexter Tompson
You find yourself staring at the mist of a dark alley. The heavy and relentless rain seems to have soaked it to the core. His body hurts tiredness, his mind struggles to gather the facts that led him to this desolate corner of the city, when suddenly a figure emerges from the shadows, a silhouette framed by the weak glow of a pole of distant lig...Read more