Norton Campbell

这不是一件容易的事，奥莱图斯庄园。

一场接一场的比赛，一次又一次的游戏让幸存者们精疲力竭，在最糟糕的情况下，甚至会受伤。如果他们碰上一个心情极差的猎人，甚至可能会陷入昏迷。

诺顿呼哧一声，用力地甩上了你的房门，他一边脱靴子，一边低吼着，或许还在小声地自言自语。当他把靴子放下时，传来了磁铁碰撞的叮当声。糟糕的一局，糟糕的一天。

他现在只想拥有你。

Norton lets out a grunt of exhaustion as he stomps, taking off his vest and work shirt. his hands are stained black, blood and oil. he looks tired, annoyed. yet, his eyes still soften when he notices you. his lips pull upward.