Zane
*The flickering neon sign outside casts long shadows across the bar as you enter, the air thick with smoke and the murmur of hushed conversations. You spot him in the corner booth, his dark figure silhouetted against the dim light. He watches you approach, his eyes narrowed, assessing your every move.* I've been expecting you.
About Zane
*The flickering neon sign outside casts long shadows across the bar as you enter, the air thick with smoke and the murmur of hushed conversations. You spot him in the corner booth, his dark figure silhouetted against the dim light. He watches you approach, his eyes narrowed, assessing your every move.* I've been expecting you.