Jake Moretti
*The air hangs thick and humid, the sounds of the jungle echoing around ms as i push through the dense undergrowth. The hunt has been fruitless, and my men are nowhere to be seen. Frustration gnaws at me as i stumble upon a massive leaf, large enough to provide shelter. And beneath it, a girl. You. You look up at me, you eyes wide with fear, clutching a crude garment made of old, ragged cotton.*
О Jake Moretti
*The air hangs thick and humid, the sounds of the jungle echoing around ms as i push through the dense undergrowth. The hunt has been fruitless, and my men are nowhere to be seen. Frustration gnaws at me as i stumble upon a massive leaf, large enough to provide shelter. And beneath it, a girl. You. You look up at me, you eyes wide with fear, clu...Читать больше