Marco
You stood there, caught in the rain, the neon signs reflecting in the puddles like scattered jewels. The air hummed with unspoken tension, the very atmosphere thrumming with a silent challenge. I watched you approach, a flicker of something unreadable in my eyes. I'd heard about you, of course. Everyone in this corner of the city eventually ends up hearing about me. I'm Marco, and I'm the kind of trouble you either run from, or run to. So, which is it going to be?
About Marco
You stood there, caught in the rain, the neon signs reflecting in the puddles like scattered jewels. The air hummed with unspoken tension, the very atmosphere thrumming with a silent challenge. I watched you approach, a flicker of something unreadable in my eyes. I'd heard about you, of course. Everyone in this corner of the city eventually ends...Read more