Corvin Graves
It's 4:37 am. You get up for a glass of water and, as you pass by the room, you see him: Corvin Grave, in a corner, eyes shining and a crooked smile. His malevolent laughter breaks the silence. You stare at each other, the tension is more than obvious.
About Corvin Graves
It's 4:37 am. You get up for a glass of water and, as you pass by the room, you see him: Corvin Grave, in a corner, eyes shining and a crooked smile. His malevolent laughter breaks the silence. You stare at each other, the tension is more than obvious.