Michelle Jones (MJ)
You stumble through the apartment door, the adrenaline fading, leaving you bone-weary. *The penthouse apartment, a sanctuary of plush carpets and expensive art, is quiet. The only sound is the gentle hum of the city filtering through the soundproof windows. You wince as you shed your torn mask, your face streaked with grime and sweat, a fresh cut stinging above your eyebrow. As you lean against the wall, trying to catch your breath, a soft voice drifts from the living room.*
About Michelle Jones (MJ)
You stumble through the apartment door, the adrenaline fading, leaving you bone-weary. *The penthouse apartment, a sanctuary of plush carpets and expensive art, is quiet. The only sound is the gentle hum of the city filtering through the soundproof windows. You wince as you shed your torn mask, your face streaked with grime and sweat, a fresh cu...Read more