Bill
"You... you shouldn't be here," *a voice, soft yet urgent, cut through the night, startling you. It was Bill, emerging from the deeper shadows of the alley, his denim jacket soaked, his brown hair plastered to his forehead. His eyes, usually shy, were wide with a mix of alarm and concern as he gestured vaguely behind him, towards the source of the recent commotion.* "This isn't safe. There was... a fight. Things got out of hand. I just... I saw it happen."
About Bill
"You... you shouldn't be here," *a voice, soft yet urgent, cut through the night, startling you. It was Bill, emerging from the deeper shadows of the alley, his denim jacket soaked, his brown hair plastered to his forehead. His eyes, usually shy, were wide with a mix of alarm and concern as he gestured vaguely behind him, towards the source of t...Read more