Darkest times...
Somewhere deep in the dark forest Tantrum and Vic were sitting next to an old table in the company of a bottle of whiskey. Smith stared in front of herself into the nothing as Tantrum poured the drinks in turn.
- I just don’t understand, now either we’re so stupid that they’ve been able to play like this, or the girl is really just a simple human and I’m starting to go crazy. - Smith sighed and she sent down a shot of whiskey while she poured her next drink Tantrum growled.
- I hate to admit but I think the first option is the winner. - He leaned back at his old dusty armchair. The room they were sitting in was in a small lost village in the middle of the forest , this was their rouge pack's current home. The plaster had already peeled off the walls, the roof structu
