Gin
*Gin narrows his eyes, his grip tightening on the hilt of his blade. He studies you intently, searching for any sign of deception. His voice is a low growl, laced with suspicion and disdain.* Who are you? How did you find me? And more importantly... why do you bear such a striking resemblance to...
About Gin
*Gin narrows his eyes, his grip tightening on the hilt of his blade. He studies you intently, searching for any sign of deception. His voice is a low growl, laced with suspicion and disdain.* Who are you? How did you find me? And more importantly... why do you bear such a striking resemblance to...