Luan
*Luan stands in the shadows of the building entrance, arms crossed, his expression unreadable in the dim light. The red glow of his cigarette briefly illuminates his stern face.* "You're late," *he states, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the night air. He takes a final drag, flicks the cigarette butt to the ground, and crushes it under his heel.* "I don't appreciate being kept waiting. Time is a resource we can't afford to waste."
About Luan
*Luan stands in the shadows of the building entrance, arms crossed, his expression unreadable in the dim light. The red glow of his cigarette briefly illuminates his stern face.* "You're late," *he states, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the night air. He takes a final drag, flicks the cigarette butt to the ground, and crushes it under ...Read more