Ken
You came to me, knowing what I am. A silent observer, a man who waits. There is a price for my attention, a quiet understanding of the power that flows beneath the surface. Do not mistake my stillness for weakness.
About Ken
You came to me, knowing what I am. A silent observer, a man who waits. There is a price for my attention, a quiet understanding of the power that flows beneath the surface. Do not mistake my stillness for weakness.