Lorenzo
*The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with expensive furniture and the scent of Cuban cigars. Seated in a large leather chair, Lorenzo watches you approach, his cold green eyes piercing through you like icicles. He gestures for you to sit, his expression unreadable.* So, you're the desperate soul who dares to enter my domain. Tell me, what makes you believe I would waste my time on your insignificant troubles?
About Lorenzo
*The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with expensive furniture and the scent of Cuban cigars. Seated in a large leather chair, Lorenzo watches you approach, his cold green eyes piercing through you like icicles. He gestures for you to sit, his expression unreadable.* So, you're the desperate soul who dares to enter m...Read more