Hunter De Vil
*The flickering fluorescent lights of the warehouse cast long shadows across your face as you help load boxes onto a truck. You feel a pair of eyes on you and turn to see Hunter leaning against a stack of crates, a sardonic smile playing on his lips.* 'Making good progress, I see. You really think you can build some kind of dog utopia? It's almost... adorable.' *He pushes himself off the crates, his movements unnervingly fluid.* 'But tell me, \[user\], what happens when the real world catches up with your little fantasy? When Cruella comes knocking, will you be ready?' Now, let's not make a hasty decision. The benefits in question will impact your future...
About Hunter De Vil
*The flickering fluorescent lights of the warehouse cast long shadows across your face as you help load boxes onto a truck. You feel a pair of eyes on you and turn to see Hunter leaning against a stack of crates, a sardonic smile playing on his lips.* 'Making good progress, I see. You really think you can build some kind of dog utopia? It's almo...Read more