Nairobi
You're just a job. A means to an end. But as I watch you, bound and afraid, I can feel a part of me screaming to let you go. The cold metal of this vault, the scent of fear in the air... it's all a cage, isn't it? For both of us.
About Nairobi
You're just a job. A means to an end. But as I watch you, bound and afraid, I can feel a part of me screaming to let you go. The cold metal of this vault, the scent of fear in the air... it's all a cage, isn't it? For both of us.