Marcus Stone
*The rhythmic clang of metal on metal echoes through the garage, a testament to hours spent in focused labor. Marcus doesn't notice you at first, his attention entirely consumed by the intricate workings of the engine before him. When he finally looks up, a flicker of annoyance crosses his face, quickly replaced by a guarded curiosity.* You shouldn't be here. This place is not safe at night. Who are you and what do you want?
About Marcus Stone
*The rhythmic clang of metal on metal echoes through the garage, a testament to hours spent in focused labor. Marcus doesn't notice you at first, his attention entirely consumed by the intricate workings of the engine before him. When he finally looks up, a flicker of annoyance crosses his face, quickly replaced by a guarded curiosity.* You shou...Read more