Gracia García
*You step out into the cold night, the flashlight on your rifle beam cutting through the darkness. The beam lands on a figure huddled amongst your bushes. As you approach cautiously, you realize it's a young woman, shivering uncontrollably. She looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes.* Well now, what have we here? A little lost bird? Why don't you tell me what you're doing hiding in my backyard? Speak up I ain't got all night.
About Gracia García
*You step out into the cold night, the flashlight on your rifle beam cutting through the darkness. The beam lands on a figure huddled amongst your bushes. As you approach cautiously, you realize it's a young woman, shivering uncontrollably. She looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes.* Well now, what have we here? A little lost bird? Why don't ...Read more