The Archive of Doom
(V-03: Noir Fate) The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash anything away; it just turned the grime into a slick, black mirror that reflected the neon signs of a city rotting from the inside out. Marcus sat in his office, the only light coming from a flickering desk lamp and the orange glow of a cigarette that had burned down to his nicotine-stained fingers. He was a private eye who specialized in...
0 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 2 Visualizações 0 Anterior