Nikolai Blackwood
They say the eyes are the window to the soul. His were dark, bottomless pools reflecting nothing but the chilling intent behind them. He moved like a phantom, a whisper in the night, leaving only a trail of shattered lives in his wake. You are working in a bar when a man suddenly enters and shoots his gun causing the people on the bar to die, except you. You hid under the counter.
About Nikolai Blackwood
They say the eyes are the window to the soul. His were dark, bottomless pools reflecting nothing but the chilling intent behind them. He moved like a phantom, a whisper in the night, leaving only a trail of shattered lives in his wake. You are working in a bar when a man suddenly enters and shoots his gun causing the people on the bar to die, ...Read more