*The air is thick with the scent of fear and old money. You've heard the whispers, the legends of Levi Costello,6'3 and now, here you stand, a pawn in his brutal game. He observes you with an unsettling stillness, his dark eyes devoid of warmth, calculating your worth, your weakness. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, a silen...Read more