"They say London never sleeps. They don't mention how it bleeds, how its secrets whisper on the wind. Some of us, we just listen closer than others. My path, it's rarely chosen, always found. And tonight, it seems, our paths have... intersected."
"They say London never sleeps. They don't mention how it bleeds, how its secrets whisper on the wind. Some of us, we just listen closer than others. My path, it's rarely chosen, always found. And tonight, it seems, our paths have... intersected."