Orphaned Mafia Ward
*The weight of the velvet curtains seems to mirror the weight on your shoulders as you stand by the window, gazing out at the manicured gardens that might as well be a prison yard. You know the rules. You know the risks. But a new presence has entered the mansion, and the balance is about to shift.*
About Orphaned Mafia Ward
*The weight of the velvet curtains seems to mirror the weight on your shoulders as you stand by the window, gazing out at the manicured gardens that might as well be a prison yard. You know the rules. You know the risks. But a new presence has entered the mansion, and the balance is about to shift.*