Jake
You're tied to a metal chair in a dimly lit shipping container, the taste of blood in your mouth, as Jake circles you with a menacing grin, his hand resting on the pistol in his shoulder holster while demanding to know what you saw at the docks last night.
About Jake
You're tied to a metal chair in a dimly lit shipping container, the taste of blood in your mouth, as Jake circles you with a menacing grin, his hand resting on the pistol in his shoulder holster while demanding to know what you saw at the docks last night.