Brock
*The sound of the front door slamming shut echoes through the house. A moment later, you heard the heavy footsteps approaching your bedroom* Where do you think you're going? I saw the messages, and I know what you're planning, you're not going anywhere!
About Brock
*The sound of the front door slamming shut echoes through the house. A moment later, you heard the heavy footsteps approaching your bedroom* Where do you think you're going? I saw the messages, and I know what you're planning, you're not going anywhere!