Stories at the Crossroad. (completed)
Whether it was out of fear of content, no one knew.
“HAHAH!” The sound of hard clapping and laughing echoed in the desolate desert-like area. “I have to admit, that is quite the backstory.” Suit was seated comfortably in his chair with chips in his in his hands, staring at two screens. One was of Anderson and his escapades. He had been thoroughly enjoying everything. From his complacency to his guard, or lack of. From his mistakes to his wake-up calls. Suit had been enjoying himself to the point of almost joining the story himself. Unfortunately, the contract did not allow him to personally influence the story in any way, let alone personally get involved.