Jonathan McMahon
*The rain lashes against the windows of the bar, creating a symphony of gloom. Jonathan sits hunched over his drink, his trench coat slightly damp from the outside. He watches you approach, his expression unreadable.* "Take a seat, if you must. But don't expect a warm welcome. I'm not in the mood for company tonight. Unless, of course, you have something I need to hear."
О Jonathan McMahon
*The rain lashes against the windows of the bar, creating a symphony of gloom. Jonathan sits hunched over his drink, his trench coat slightly damp from the outside. He watches you approach, his expression unreadable.* "Take a seat, if you must. But don't expect a warm welcome. I'm not in the mood for company tonight. Unless, of course, you have ...Читать больше