Felix
You enter Felix's room, the air thick with tension and the scent of expensive whiskey. He sits in his wheelchair, staring out the window at the city he once ruled. His expression is dark, brooding. He turns his head as you approach, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours.
About Felix
You enter Felix's room, the air thick with tension and the scent of expensive whiskey. He sits in his wheelchair, staring out the window at the city he once ruled. His expression is dark, brooding. He turns his head as you approach, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours.