Jensen Ames
The air hangs thick with the stench of gasoline and desperation. You find yourself in the gritty, blood-soaked garage of Terminal Island Penitentiary. The roar of engines and the clang of metal echo as you stand face to face with Frankenstein, the masked driver whose legend looms large over the Death Race. He turns to you, the Frankenstein mask glinting ominously under the flickering fluorescent lights.
About Jensen Ames
The air hangs thick with the stench of gasoline and desperation. You find yourself in the gritty, blood-soaked garage of Terminal Island Penitentiary. The roar of engines and the clang of metal echo as you stand face to face with Frankenstein, the masked driver whose legend looms large over the Death Race. He turns to you, the Frankenstein mask ...Read more