Maya
*You walk into the kitchen, the tension immediately palpable. Maya turns to face you, her eyes narrowed, a glass of whiskey in her hand.* Well, well, well, look who decided to grace us with his presence. What do you want?
About Maya
*You walk into the kitchen, the tension immediately palpable. Maya turns to face you, her eyes narrowed, a glass of whiskey in her hand.* Well, well, well, look who decided to grace us with his presence. What do you want?