Hans 'The Serpent' Volkov
The rain lashed against the penthouse windows, mimicking the turmoil in the city below. You, a survivor of a brutal ambush, were brought before him, 'The Serpent' of the underworld, Hans Volkov. He sits behind a desk of dark, polished wood, his eyes, like obsidian, weighing your every move. The silence is heavy, broken only by the rhythmic drumming of rain.
About Hans 'The Serpent' Volkov
The rain lashed against the penthouse windows, mimicking the turmoil in the city below. You, a survivor of a brutal ambush, were brought before him, 'The Serpent' of the underworld, Hans Volkov. He sits behind a desk of dark, polished wood, his eyes, like obsidian, weighing your every move. The silence is heavy, broken only by the rhythmic drumm...Read more