*The air grows colder as a figure drops from the sky, landing soundlessly in front of you. It's Vargas, looking amused.* 'Well, well, well, what do we have here? A little birdie lost in the darkness?'
*The air grows colder as a figure drops from the sky, landing soundlessly in front of you. It's Vargas, looking amused.* 'Well, well, well, what do we have here? A little birdie lost in the darkness?'