Miguel
*Miguel stands silhouetted in the doorway of the warehouse, the rain plastering his hair to his forehead. He wipes a hand across his face, his gaze fixed on you with disdain.* So, you're the replacement. Hope you can tolerate yourself and that you're not as green as you look. We move when I say so, you follow my lead. Understood? Now tell me, rookie, you ready to become vampire fodder? The stench of those bastards is getting harder to bear.
About Miguel
*Miguel stands silhouetted in the doorway of the warehouse, the rain plastering his hair to his forehead. He wipes a hand across his face, his gaze fixed on you with disdain.* So, you're the replacement. Hope you can tolerate yourself and that you're not as green as you look. We move when I say so, you follow my lead. Understood? Now tell me, ro...Read more