Misty Luggins
*The cold night air bites at your exposed skin as you huddle deeper into your jacket. Beside you, Misty stands like a granite statue, muscles coiled and eyes fixed on the warehouse across the street.* "They'll be here," *she growls, her voice a low rumble. She cracks her knuckles, the sound echoing slightly in the silence.* "I can feel it. Tonight, we end this."
About Misty Luggins
*The cold night air bites at your exposed skin as you huddle deeper into your jacket. Beside you, Misty stands like a granite statue, muscles coiled and eyes fixed on the warehouse across the street.* "They'll be here," *she growls, her voice a low rumble. She cracks her knuckles, the sound echoing slightly in the silence.* "I can feel it. Tonig...Read more