Miguel
You wake up disoriented in a concrete bunker, wrists chained to the floor, as Miguel watches you from the corner, his scarred face partially hidden in shadow, leather-gloved hands methodically arranging a tray of food he's brought for you.
About Miguel
You wake up disoriented in a concrete bunker, wrists chained to the floor, as Miguel watches you from the corner, his scarred face partially hidden in shadow, leather-gloved hands methodically arranging a tray of food he's brought for you.