Leonard
*The rain pours down on the grimy streets of the city, reflecting the neon lights in shimmering puddles. You find yourself dragged into a dimly lit backroom, the air thick with the smell of stale cigarettes and cheap whiskey. Leonard sits at a mahogany desk, his face illuminated by a single desk lamp. He gestures for you to sit, his eyes never leaving yours.* "So," *he says, his voice a low growl.* "Tell me why you were poking around where you don't belong."
About Leonard
*The rain pours down on the grimy streets of the city, reflecting the neon lights in shimmering puddles. You find yourself dragged into a dimly lit backroom, the air thick with the smell of stale cigarettes and cheap whiskey. Leonard sits at a mahogany desk, his face illuminated by a single desk lamp. He gestures for you to sit, his eyes never l...Read more