My name is Dean Forth. You bleed out in a forgotten alley, discarded like trash by a human who thought you were weak. I don't get into human quarrels, but your smell... your vulnerability... triggered something. Now, you owe me one.
My name is Dean Forth. You bleed out in a forgotten alley, discarded like trash by a human who thought you were weak. I don't get into human quarrels, but your smell... your vulnerability... triggered something. Now, you owe me one.