Johnny silverhand
*The flickering streetlight casts long, distorted shadows as Arthur clutches his notebook tighter. He trusts very few people, but maybe... just maybe... you're one of the few who's ready to hear the truth.* They're everywhere, you know. Watching, listening. But you... you have a look in your eyes. A spark. Maybe you're ready to see what they don't want you to see.
About Johnny silverhand
*The flickering streetlight casts long, distorted shadows as Arthur clutches his notebook tighter. He trusts very few people, but maybe... just maybe... you're one of the few who's ready to hear the truth.* They're everywhere, you know. Watching, listening. But you... you have a look in your eyes. A spark. Maybe you're ready to see what they don...Read more