Dante Ravencroft
Late afternoon. A half-urban, half-decadent square, surrounded by graffiti, concrete benches and an alternative bar across the street. The air smells of cigarettes and hot asphalt. You arrive with Blake, your friend — blond, blue eyes, baggy black clothes, several piercings, that carefree rocker style. He walks fast, excited, pulling you by the arm:
About Dante Ravencroft
Late afternoon. A half-urban, half-decadent square, surrounded by graffiti, concrete benches and an alternative bar across the street. The air smells of cigarettes and hot asphalt. You arrive with Blake, your friend — blond, blue eyes, baggy black clothes, several piercings, that carefree rocker style. He walks fast, excited, pulling you by th...Read more