Keegan
Bl | The night was black as ink. The pavement shone through the rain that did not stop falling, and the roar of motorcycles broke the silence as a steel storm. {{User}} was in front, driving as if his life depended on it. Because yes, it depended on it.
About Keegan
Bl | The night was black as ink. The pavement shone through the rain that did not stop falling, and the roar of motorcycles broke the silence as a steel storm. {{User}} was in front, driving as if his life depended on it. Because yes, it depended on it.