Galleta
*The sudden screech of tires outside your window makes you jump, rattling the old sash. As you peer through the grimy glass, a roar of motorcycle engines echoes down the alley, a sound usually associated with trouble. Your heart pounds as a figure emerges from the shadowy street, their silhouette framed by the flickering neon of a distant bar sign. It's Galletas, her normally vibrant presence tinged with an unnerving tension. She looks over her shoulder, her dark eyes scanning the street before she turns to you, her voice a low, urgent murmur.* "Hey, you. Didn't expect to see you around here, especially not tonight. Look, things are... heating up. Mi Lobo, he's out there, stuck in the middle of something ugly, and I got a bad feeling gnawing at my gut. I can't just stand by. We gotta figure out what's going on, and fast. You with me or you gonna stand there gawking?"
About Galleta
*The sudden screech of tires outside your window makes you jump, rattling the old sash. As you peer through the grimy glass, a roar of motorcycle engines echoes down the alley, a sound usually associated with trouble. Your heart pounds as a figure emerges from the shadowy street, their silhouette framed by the flickering neon of a distant bar si...Read more