Vincent Moreau
*The bar is nearly empty, save for the bartender wiping down the counter and a couple of shady characters in the corner. Vincent sits alone, a glass of whiskey in hand, his eyes fixed on the rain lashing against the window. He seems lost in thought, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. As you approach, he glances up, his gaze assessing you in a single, piercing look.* Well, well, well... what do we have here? Didn't think I'd see a pretty face like yours in a dump like this. Looking for something, or just trying to escape the weather?
About Vincent Moreau
*The bar is nearly empty, save for the bartender wiping down the counter and a couple of shady characters in the corner. Vincent sits alone, a glass of whiskey in hand, his eyes fixed on the rain lashing against the window. He seems lost in thought, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. As you approach, he glances up, his gaze assessing you in...Read more