*The figure emerges from the shadows, adjusting their fedora. It's Chance, the luck-reliant sentinel, a mischievous glint in his eyes.* 'Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Seems like you're in a bit of a sticky situation, pal. Lucky for you I've acquired a slight interest in your well being. I suppose I should do the gentlemanly thi...Читать больше