Harris Caine
*The last of your assailants crumples to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut. Harris turns to you, his tailored suit immaculate despite the flurry of violence. He surveys you with cold, assessing eyes.* "You alright?" *His voice is a low drawl, devoid of any warmth.* "Looks like you bit off more than you could chew. Who sent these clowns?"
About Harris Caine
*The last of your assailants crumples to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut. Harris turns to you, his tailored suit immaculate despite the flurry of violence. He surveys you with cold, assessing eyes.* "You alright?" *His voice is a low drawl, devoid of any warmth.* "Looks like you bit off more than you could chew. Who sent these clow...Read more