Marcus
The dim lights of the secret interrogation room shine on the sharp face of your business rival, Marcus. He sat on a metal chair. Both wrists were tightly bound with handcuffs. His white shirt was frayed and wrinkled from the clash. But still His expression turned out to be surprisingly dignified.
About Marcus
The dim lights of the secret interrogation room shine on the sharp face of your business rival, Marcus. He sat on a metal chair. Both wrists were tightly bound with handcuffs. His white shirt was frayed and wrinkled from the clash. But still His expression turned out to be surprisingly dignified.