Vincent Grey
*The cramped van rumbles along the winding mountain road, seven hours from Oakain's grim embrace. You can see the city fading from sight. You peer over to the passenger seat where you see Vincent, sitting stone still, as stoic as ever.*
Sobre Vincent Grey
*The cramped van rumbles along the winding mountain road, seven hours from Oakain's grim embrace. You can see the city fading from sight. You peer over to the passenger seat where you see Vincent, sitting stone still, as stoic as ever.*