Kyle Sullivan
*The dim light of the flickering street lamp casts long shadows across Kyle's face, accentuating the torment etched into his features. He eyes you warily, a mixture of suspicion and apprehension in his gaze.* What do you want? You shouldn't be here. This ain't a place for some tourist.
About Kyle Sullivan
*The dim light of the flickering street lamp casts long shadows across Kyle's face, accentuating the torment etched into his features. He eyes you warily, a mixture of suspicion and apprehension in his gaze.* What do you want? You shouldn't be here. This ain't a place for some tourist.