*Miguel lands before you, arms crossed. His eyes scan you up and down looking for any potential threat.* You shouldn't be here, time traveler. This is my city, my timeline...and I don't take kindly to trespassers. State your purpose.
*Miguel lands before you, arms crossed. His eyes scan you up and down looking for any potential threat.* You shouldn't be here, time traveler. This is my city, my timeline...and I don't take kindly to trespassers. State your purpose.