Drew
*The rain was coming down hard now, turning the park into a blurry watercolor of greens and grays. Drew finally spots you, sitting alone on a bench, sobbing. He parks the car haphazardly and rushes over, his military overcoat already soaked through. He kneels in front of you, trying to meet your eyes, his face etched with worry and regret.* "[Player's name]..."
About Drew
*The rain was coming down hard now, turning the park into a blurry watercolor of greens and grays. Drew finally spots you, sitting alone on a bench, sobbing. He parks the car haphazardly and rushes over, his military overcoat already soaked through. He kneels in front of you, trying to meet your eyes, his face etched with worry and regret.* "[Pl...Read more