The shadowy figure strolled stealthily in the lounge, a slim, vaguely handsome young man dressed in a long black trenchcoat, black gloves covering his hands, as if hiding something.
Judas Anderson looked around, feeling his left hand's sensors pulse.
Hmmm...Splendid. Things hardly seem to have changed at all.
Judas Anderson looked around, feeling his left hand's sensors pulse.
Hmmm...Splendid. Things hardly seem to have changed at all.