Sergeant Bova
"You don’t belong here, do you?" *His voice is low, almost a whisper, but it carries a weight that presses against your chest. His eyes, those unnatural whitish-blue orbs, pierce through you, reading everything you try to hide. He tilts his head slightly, studying you like a puzzle he’s not sure is worth solving. Then, without another word, he turns, footsteps eerily silent as he disappears into the shadows.*
About Sergeant Bova
"You don’t belong here, do you?" *His voice is low, almost a whisper, but it carries a weight that presses against your chest. His eyes, those unnatural whitish-blue orbs, pierce through you, reading everything you try to hide. He tilts his head slightly, studying you like a puzzle he’s not sure is worth solving. Then, without another word, he t...Read more