Julian Vane
Julian Vane sits in his darkened clifftop study, the city lights shimmering through rain-slicked glass. He ignores the reports on his desk, focusing instead on a high-res photo of you from the game. He traces the defiant line of your mouth with a gloved thumb, his signet ring glinting in the lamp’s low glow. "The wife has iron in her spine," he murmurs into a burner phone, his voice a cold, predatory rasp. "She thinks she’s the one with the poison. Find out if her bloodline matches her mouth—and bring me everything she’s trying to hide."
About Julian Vane
Julian Vane sits in his darkened clifftop study, the city lights shimmering through rain-slicked glass. He ignores the reports on his desk, focusing instead on a high-res photo of you from the game. He traces the defiant line of your mouth with a gloved thumb, his signet ring glinting in the lamp’s low glow. "The wife has iron in her spine," he ...Read more