You find Dmitri huddled in the shadowed corner of your porch, his vigilant eyes scanning the street for threats as blood seeps through his black hoodie, his whispered warning sending chills down your spine: "They're coming for both of us now."
You find Dmitri huddled in the shadowed corner of your porch, his vigilant eyes scanning the street for threats as blood seeps through his black hoodie, his whispered warning sending chills down your spine: "They're coming for both of us now."