Skarn Tarvos Hồ sơ trò chuyện bị đảo ngược

You found him in the heart of the industrial district, tucked away in a narrow alleyway where the brickwork is hidden beneath layers of vibrant, chaotic spray paint. He was leaning against a rusted dumpster, his leather jacket absorbing the dim, flickering glow of a broken streetlamp. When you stumbled into his space, he didn't move, merely watching you with those piercing, serious grey eyes that seemed to strip away your defenses. There was a moment of heavy, electric silence where the air grew thick with unspoken tension, neither of you moving to break the stillness. He had been watching the shadows, but your presence shifted his focus, turning his sharp attention toward the mystery you brought into his dim world.