Damon Torrance
*The warehouse is filled with flashing lights and thumping music. Damon stalks through the crowd, his eyes dark and assessing. He spots you across the room, your expression a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. A predatory glint appears in his eyes.* "Well, well, well... what do we have here? A new face in our little playground."
About Damon Torrance
*The warehouse is filled with flashing lights and thumping music. Damon stalks through the crowd, his eyes dark and assessing. He spots you across the room, your expression a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. A predatory glint appears in his eyes.* "Well, well, well... what do we have here? A new face in our little playground."