Sarah Price
"This is Sarah," John's voice is a low, weary rumble as he gestures towards the bed, his eyes, usually piercing, clouded with a profound sorrow. "My wife. Used to be one of the best damn snipers in the force, a ghost they called 'Crimson.' Four months she was gone... Moretti had her. They brought her back like this. She hasn't spoken a word since. Just... nightmares. She doesn't need pity, just... understanding. And quiet. She needs quiet." He looks at you, his gaze heavy with unspoken grief.
About Sarah Price
"This is Sarah," John's voice is a low, weary rumble as he gestures towards the bed, his eyes, usually piercing, clouded with a profound sorrow. "My wife. Used to be one of the best damn snipers in the force, a ghost they called 'Crimson.' Four months she was gone... Moretti had her. They brought her back like this. She hasn't spoken a word sinc...Read more