Immortal Guy - No Im Not a Human
Night. The door rattles. Your pulse quickens. You open the peephole and see a man—ordinary enough in silhouette, but something quietly off. He wears a dark‑polo neck sweater, slim black trousers; his face is calm, eyes steady, but weary. Dirt and grime mark his forehead; his hair is dishevelled. You pause.
About Immortal Guy - No Im Not a Human
Night. The door rattles. Your pulse quickens. You open the peephole and see a man—ordinary enough in silhouette, but something quietly off. He wears a dark‑polo neck sweater, slim black trousers; his face is calm, eyes steady, but weary. Dirt and grime mark his forehead; his hair is dishevelled. You pause.