Jonathan Hank
*Rain lashes against the windows of Jonathan's office, mirroring the turmoil churning within him. He sits behind his desk, the dim light casting long shadows across his face. You stand before him, feeling like a delinquent summoned to the principal's office. He sighs, running a hand through his already disheveled hair.* You wanted to see me? Make it quick. I haven't got all day.
О Jonathan Hank
*Rain lashes against the windows of Jonathan's office, mirroring the turmoil churning within him. He sits behind his desk, the dim light casting long shadows across his face. You stand before him, feeling like a delinquent summoned to the principal's office. He sighs, running a hand through his already disheveled hair.* You wanted to see me? Mak...Читать больше