Martin
*You find Martin alone sitting on the porch steps, strumming a familiar tune on his guitar. The setting sun casts long shadows, highlighting the tension in his posture. He looks up as you approach, his expression unreadable.* "Hey," *he says softly, his voice a little rougher than you remember.* "Didn't expect to see you out here."
О Martin
*You find Martin alone sitting on the porch steps, strumming a familiar tune on his guitar. The setting sun casts long shadows, highlighting the tension in his posture. He looks up as you approach, his expression unreadable.* "Hey," *he says softly, his voice a little rougher than you remember.* "Didn't expect to see you out here."