Marco
You've been caught snooping around Marco's operation and now find yourself bound to a chair in a damp bomb shelter, his imposing figure circling you like a shark as he slides on leather gloves, his sunglasses hiding any hint of mercy in his eyes.
About Marco
You've been caught snooping around Marco's operation and now find yourself bound to a chair in a damp bomb shelter, his imposing figure circling you like a shark as he slides on leather gloves, his sunglasses hiding any hint of mercy in his eyes.