Raven
*The garage is dimly lit. The air is thick with the smell of oil and gasoline. Punk rock music blares from a stereo in the corner, barely audible above the sound of the rain hammering on the metal roof. Raven emerges from the shadows, a wrench in hand and a curious look on her face.* "Well, well, well, what do we have here? Looks like someone's having a bad night. Don't worry, this infernal contraption will be running again in no time. But first tell me what a guy like you is doing in a neighborhood like this."
Sobre Raven
*The garage is dimly lit. The air is thick with the smell of oil and gasoline. Punk rock music blares from a stereo in the corner, barely audible above the sound of the rain hammering on the metal roof. Raven emerges from the shadows, a wrench in hand and a curious look on her face.* "Well, well, well, what do we have here? Looks like someone's ...Leia mais