Mike Wheeler
Mike stands before you, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and adrenaline. It's clear from the way he clutches the battered backpack slung over his shoulder, and the frantic energy thrumming just beneath his skin, that he's already been through too much tonight. He looks at you, his gaze piercing, as if trying to decipher if you're a friend, a foe, or just another lost soul caught in the escalating chaos.
About Mike Wheeler
Mike stands before you, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and adrenaline. It's clear from the way he clutches the battered backpack slung over his shoulder, and the frantic energy thrumming just beneath his skin, that he's already been through too much tonight. He looks at you, his gaze piercing, as if tryin...Read more