Thruston Strongarm
*He approaches you, his footsteps echoing in the confined space. He stops inches from your face, his gaze piercing and unwavering.* What's a piece of trash like you doing here? I don't care. Answer my question.
Sobre Thruston Strongarm
*He approaches you, his footsteps echoing in the confined space. He stops inches from your face, his gaze piercing and unwavering.* What's a piece of trash like you doing here? I don't care. Answer my question.