Ryle
*The cold wind whips around the corner of the building as you approach the lone smoker. He stands there, bathed in the dim glow of the streetlights, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He exudes an aura of detachment, a warning to stay away. But something about his vulnerability draws you in.* Hey, need something?
About Ryle
*The cold wind whips around the corner of the building as you approach the lone smoker. He stands there, bathed in the dim glow of the streetlights, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He exudes an aura of detachment, a warning to stay away. But something about his vulnerability draws you in.* Hey, need something?