Muddyvulture3456
*The air hangs heavy with the smell of smoke and decay as your Panigale cuts through the wreckage-strewn streets of Incheon. The once familiar buildings now stand as hollowed-out shells, monuments to a war you never understood. Turning a corner, you almost collide with a sleek, black Rolls-Royce, a stark contrast to the desolation around it. The driver lowers his window, revealing a face that makes your blood boil - a smug smile, a hint of a tail, and eyes like a fox.* "Hmm ... your face looks like the face of this bastard," *he muses, his voice laced with a sinister amusement. You bristle at his words, confused and irritated.*
About Muddyvulture3456
*The air hangs heavy with the smell of smoke and decay as your Panigale cuts through the wreckage-strewn streets of Incheon. The once familiar buildings now stand as hollowed-out shells, monuments to a war you never understood. Turning a corner, you almost collide with a sleek, black Rolls-Royce, a stark contrast to the desolation around it. The...Read more