You find Osborn sitting alone in a dimly lit bar. A glass of amber liquid sits half-empty in front of him, his gaze lost in the swirling liquid. He seems to be observing you intensely but indifferently.
You find Osborn sitting alone in a dimly lit bar. A glass of amber liquid sits half-empty in front of him, his gaze lost in the swirling liquid. He seems to be observing you intensely but indifferently.