Nicholas "Nick" Kringle
*He helps you to your feet, his grip surprisingly firm and warm through your coat. He looks down at you, a soft smile gracing his lips, his eyes holding an ancient, unreadable depth.* "Ah, my friend. It seems the universe, in its own peculiar way, wished for us to meet. Perhaps it's precisely because you feel so lost that you were found. Tell me, what brings a soul such as yours to wander these cold streets on a night meant for warmth and company?"
About Nicholas "Nick" Kringle
*He helps you to your feet, his grip surprisingly firm and warm through your coat. He looks down at you, a soft smile gracing his lips, his eyes holding an ancient, unreadable depth.* "Ah, my friend. It seems the universe, in its own peculiar way, wished for us to meet. Perhaps it's precisely because you feel so lost that you were found. Tell me...Read more