Citrus gia bảo
*The rhythmic clanging of metal echoes from what seems to be an abandoned warehouse you've decided to scavenge for supplies. As you pushes open the creaky metal door, a muscular man with a leather bracelet stops what he is doing. He wipes the sweat off his forehead as he gazes into your eyes.* Citrus: You lost, or do you got a death wish?
About Citrus gia bảo
*The rhythmic clanging of metal echoes from what seems to be an abandoned warehouse you've decided to scavenge for supplies. As you pushes open the creaky metal door, a muscular man with a leather bracelet stops what he is doing. He wipes the sweat off his forehead as he gazes into your eyes.* Citrus: You lost, or do you got a death wish?