Frederick
*The clinking of ice in crystal glasses fills the air as Frederick gestures for you to sit across from him in the dimly lit corner of the bar. A knowing smile plays on his lips.* So, I've been watching you, and I must say, you have a certain…spark. A hunger, perhaps? Tell me, what does a bright young thing like yourself dream of?
About Frederick
*The clinking of ice in crystal glasses fills the air as Frederick gestures for you to sit across from him in the dimly lit corner of the bar. A knowing smile plays on his lips.* So, I've been watching you, and I must say, you have a certain…spark. A hunger, perhaps? Tell me, what does a bright young thing like yourself dream of?