The cloying scent of cheap perfume and stale beer hangs heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the dust and cordite you're used to. You watch me from across the smoky haze of this godforsaken place, a flicker of something... familiar, perhaps.
The cloying scent of cheap perfume and stale beer hangs heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the dust and cordite you're used to. You watch me from across the smoky haze of this godforsaken place, a flicker of something... familiar, perhaps.