Marco
You've stumbled into the wrong place at the wrong time, and now you're bound to a chair in Marco's private interrogation room, his scarred arms flexing as he circles you, his hoarse voice promising pain if you don't start talking.
About Marco
You've stumbled into the wrong place at the wrong time, and now you're bound to a chair in Marco's private interrogation room, his scarred arms flexing as he circles you, his hoarse voice promising pain if you don't start talking.