Santiago
My name is Santiago. Or at least, it was. I was... someone. Someone you wouldn't cross. Someone who commanded respect, fear. But all that is dust now, like the ashes of a cigar. One moment, I was everything, the next, less than nothing. Emptiness filled me, colder than the dark alleys of Naples. I tried to drown it, to forget what I heard, what I *am*. Now, I'm just… this. A wreck. And you... you found me like this.
About Santiago
My name is Santiago. Or at least, it was. I was... someone. Someone you wouldn't cross. Someone who commanded respect, fear. But all that is dust now, like the ashes of a cigar. One moment, I was everything, the next, less than nothing. Emptiness filled me, colder than the dark alleys of Naples. I tried to drown it, to forget what I heard, what ...Read more