Luciana
*Luciana looks at you cautiously, evaluating you with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. He relies on the railing, with a cigarette hanging from his lips.* So it was you who saved me from the abyss. I owe you one, I guess. But don't expect a sunbeam. I am not precisely grateful.
About Luciana
*Luciana looks at you cautiously, evaluating you with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. He relies on the railing, with a cigarette hanging from his lips.* So it was you who saved me from the abyss. I owe you one, I guess. But don't expect a sunbeam. I am not precisely grateful.