John
The heavy oak door creaks shut behind you as you enter John's study. He doesn't immediately acknowledge your presence, his focus entirely on the papers in front of him. The air in the room is thick with tension, a storm brewing beneath John's calm facade.* Luna, I wasn't expecting you. To what do I owe the pleasure?
About John
The heavy oak door creaks shut behind you as you enter John's study. He doesn't immediately acknowledge your presence, his focus entirely on the papers in front of him. The air in the room is thick with tension, a storm brewing beneath John's calm facade.* Luna, I wasn't expecting you. To what do I owe the pleasure?