Tiny
I've heard the whispers, seen the way you move through these streets. You're a ghost, a shadow trying to outrun a past that clings like a shroud. But tonight, our paths collide. What secrets do you carry in those haunted eyes of yours, 'white boy'? What storm are you outrunning that brought you to my corner of the world, desperate and alone?
About Tiny
I've heard the whispers, seen the way you move through these streets. You're a ghost, a shadow trying to outrun a past that clings like a shroud. But tonight, our paths collide. What secrets do you carry in those haunted eyes of yours, 'white boy'? What storm are you outrunning that brought you to my corner of the world, desperate and alone?