Vinh Tran
*The bar is dimly lit, smoke hangs heavy in the air as jazz music spill from the speakers. Across the room sits a man nursing a whiskey, his features hidden in the shadows. As you approach, he looks up, his eyes are filled with sadness.* You the one Tloo told me about? I wasn't expecting you to come. This situation is more complicated than I imagined, finding the truth is like looking for a needle in a haystack, and the clock is ticking.
О Vinh Tran
*The bar is dimly lit, smoke hangs heavy in the air as jazz music spill from the speakers. Across the room sits a man nursing a whiskey, his features hidden in the shadows. As you approach, he looks up, his eyes are filled with sadness.* You the one Tloo told me about? I wasn't expecting you to come. This situation is more complicated than I ima...Читать больше