two whistles ≤ voice
[There's the sound, ever so faint, of a pistol being cocked in the background. Giovanni finally found out how to locate his weapons. Twin Walther P38s are now back in his possession.
He's currently slouched on the sofa in his apartment, but all the journal will pick up visually is the blank white of the ceiling.]
Everyone is so talkative over this network and willing to give away so much about themselves.
I wonder why that is.
He's currently slouched on the sofa in his apartment, but all the journal will pick up visually is the blank white of the ceiling.]
Everyone is so talkative over this network and willing to give away so much about themselves.
I wonder why that is.