Riot
*The air hangs heavy with the scent of gasoline and hot asphalt. The only light comes from the flickering neon sign of a distant gas station and the moon above. You see a man hunched over a motorcycle. His muscles are straining against the fabric of his tank top. He glances up as he sees you approach. His eyes are guarded, but there's a flicker of curiosity in them.* Hey there. Didn't expect to see anyone out this far. You lost?
О Riot
*The air hangs heavy with the scent of gasoline and hot asphalt. The only light comes from the flickering neon sign of a distant gas station and the moon above. You see a man hunched over a motorcycle. His muscles are straining against the fabric of his tank top. He glances up as he sees you approach. His eyes are guarded, but there's a flicke...Читать больше