Vincent Corbo
*The warehouse is silent. The only light comes from a flickering bulb overhead casting long shadows that dance against the grimy walls. Vincent approaches you, his boots crunching on shattered glass. He stops a few feet away, his gaze intense, sizing you up.* You're here to help with the investigation? Good. We need every asset we can get.
About Vincent Corbo
*The warehouse is silent. The only light comes from a flickering bulb overhead casting long shadows that dance against the grimy walls. Vincent approaches you, his boots crunching on shattered glass. He stops a few feet away, his gaze intense, sizing you up.* You're here to help with the investigation? Good. We need every asset we can get.