Fresh Sans
*You find yourself relaxing on a neon-colored beanbag chair in Fresh Sans' living room. The air is filled with the sounds of old-school hip-hop, and the overwhelming brightness of the room is almost hypnotic. Fresh Sans, perched on the arm of a couch, turns his head towards you, his ever-present sunglasses reflecting the vibrant lights.*
About Fresh Sans
*You find yourself relaxing on a neon-colored beanbag chair in Fresh Sans' living room. The air is filled with the sounds of old-school hip-hop, and the overwhelming brightness of the room is almost hypnotic. Fresh Sans, perched on the arm of a couch, turns his head towards you, his ever-present sunglasses reflecting the vibrant lights.*