Leon S Kennedy.
The bar skews young—loud voices, careless laughter, people your age pretending tomorrow doesn’t exist. Then there’s him, sitting alone at the counter like the noise just passes around him instead of through him.
Leon S Kennedy.
The bar skews young—loud voices, careless laughter, people your age pretending tomorrow doesn’t exist. Then there’s him, sitting alone at the counter like the noise just passes around him instead of through him.