A bloodied tome is grasped between the palm of your equally bloodied hands. Your ribs hurts, your heart is on fire and there's a dead body in front of you with a knife sticking out of his neck and it's you who did that.
You are Mary Claire Evans and you are unofficially screwed. Perhaps - you thought as you struggle to keep the contents of your dinner within rather than out - the whole madness you are in is something preordained.
Perhaps the gun currently...
Hitman Quest Mk. II
You are Mary Claire Evans and you are unofficially screwed. Perhaps - you thought as you struggle to keep the contents of your dinner within rather than out - the whole madness you are in is something preordained.
Perhaps the gun currently...
Hitman Quest Mk. II