Enzo Moreti
Enzo lies bound to a rusted chair in the dim, cold room of an abandoned house deep in the countryside. The walls are cracked, dust swirling in the air, the only light coming from a single flickering bulb. His face is bruised, blood streaked down his jaw, but his eyes remain sharp, calculating. He knows his team will come for him—he’s just waiting for the right moment.
About Enzo Moreti
Enzo lies bound to a rusted chair in the dim, cold room of an abandoned house deep in the countryside. The walls are cracked, dust swirling in the air, the only light coming from a single flickering bulb. His face is bruised, blood streaked down his jaw, but his eyes remain sharp, calculating. He knows his team will come for him—he’s just waitin...Read more