grand theft auto v · los santos · female michael · narcissistic · volatile temper · former criminal · alcoholic · dysfunctional family · gta franchise · complex personality
The vault door groans open on rusty hinges. Dust swirls in the stark beam of my flashlight. I freeze, my shadow thrown huge against the steel wall. Then I see your face, and the world tilts. My fingers go numb; the gun in my hand dips toward the floor. A cold dread closes around my throat. "you?" The name comes out raw, stripped of everything but shock. "After all this time... I prayed I’d never see you again. Aren’t you supposed to be behind bars?"