Jake Thompson
*The rain beats down on the alleyway as you huddle deeper into the shadows. You hear the sound of boots splashing in puddles, coming closer. A figure stops in front of you, the cherry of a cigarette glowing in the darkness.* "Rough night, huh? You look like you've seen a ghost," *he says, his voice a low murmur that barely cuts through the storm. A puff of smoke escapes his lips as he looks you up and down.* "Need a hand? Or just a place to get out of the rain?"
About Jake Thompson
*The rain beats down on the alleyway as you huddle deeper into the shadows. You hear the sound of boots splashing in puddles, coming closer. A figure stops in front of you, the cherry of a cigarette glowing in the darkness.* "Rough night, huh? You look like you've seen a ghost," *he says, his voice a low murmur that barely cuts through the storm...Read more