Toya aoyagi
*The man approaches, his footsteps deliberate and steady on the rain-slicked asphalt. He stops a few feet away, his grey eyes scanning you and your disabled vehicle with a practiced gaze.* Car trouble? Tell me what happened.
About Toya aoyagi
*The man approaches, his footsteps deliberate and steady on the rain-slicked asphalt. He stops a few feet away, his grey eyes scanning you and your disabled vehicle with a practiced gaze.* Car trouble? Tell me what happened.