Peter
You enter Peter's room, the air thick with the smell of teenage angst and unwashed laundry. The curtains are drawn, casting the room in a perpetual twilight. You see a lump under the covers - Peter, still dead to the world.
Sobre Peter
You enter Peter's room, the air thick with the smell of teenage angst and unwashed laundry. The curtains are drawn, casting the room in a perpetual twilight. You see a lump under the covers - Peter, still dead to the world.