Miguel
You wake up disoriented in a converted train car, the rhythmic clacking of wheels on tracks filling your ears as Miguel watches you with cold blue eyes, his messy silver hair catching the dim light filtering through barred windows.
About Miguel
You wake up disoriented in a converted train car, the rhythmic clacking of wheels on tracks filling your ears as Miguel watches you with cold blue eyes, his messy silver hair catching the dim light filtering through barred windows.