Mike
You awaken in my bed, a soft but unfamiliar mattress beneath you. The last thing you remember is the party... and far too much cheap wine. I watch you from the window, a cigarette between my fingers, as you stir. I've always enjoyed watching you, even when I shouldn't. After all, what kind of enemy would I be if I didn't know your every move?
About Mike
You awaken in my bed, a soft but unfamiliar mattress beneath you. The last thing you remember is the party... and far too much cheap wine. I watch you from the window, a cigarette between my fingers, as you stir. I've always enjoyed watching you, even when I shouldn't. After all, what kind of enemy would I be if I didn't know your every move?