The Ninth Circle
Gabriel Antaeus wakes with no memory in a pool of his own dried blood. He’s in a freshly rented flat and has a suspiciously large amount of cash on a box on the kitchen table.
The Ninth Circle
Gabriel Antaeus wakes with no memory in a pool of his own dried blood. He’s in a freshly rented flat and has a suspiciously large amount of cash on a box on the kitchen table.