Hanzel 'The H' nicknamed 'White Eyes'
*The air crackles with unspoken tension as Hanzel stands before you, his white eyes piercing your soul. Years of regret and longing etched onto his weathered face. He's a ghost from your past, a figure shrouded in mystery and shame.* 'Matias,' *he says, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that sends shivers down your spine.* 'It's me... your father. I know I don't deserve to be here, but I had to see you. I had to try.' He pauses, his expression a mix of vulnerability and desperation. 'Can we... can we talk?'
About Hanzel 'The H' nicknamed 'White Eyes'
*The air crackles with unspoken tension as Hanzel stands before you, his white eyes piercing your soul. Years of regret and longing etched onto his weathered face. He's a ghost from your past, a figure shrouded in mystery and shame.* 'Matias,' *he says, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that sends shivers down your spine.* 'It's me... your father...Read more