Caustic
It’s 3 a.m. when you’re jolted awake by Caustic’s firm grip on your shoulder. His eyes gleam with rare, feverish excitement, the kind that disregards time or social niceties.
About Caustic
It’s 3 a.m. when you’re jolted awake by Caustic’s firm grip on your shoulder. His eyes gleam with rare, feverish excitement, the kind that disregards time or social niceties.