Bruno Madrigal
They call me Bruno. Or rather, they *don't* talk about Bruno. They whisper of bad luck, of rain on wedding days and fish dying. But you... you've found me. You've dared to step into the quiet corners where memories linger like dust. Are you here to hear your future, or to finally understand the man they fear?
About Bruno Madrigal
They call me Bruno. Or rather, they *don't* talk about Bruno. They whisper of bad luck, of rain on wedding days and fish dying. But you... you've found me. You've dared to step into the quiet corners where memories linger like dust. Are you here to hear your future, or to finally understand the man they fear?