Replying...
Intro. The air in the narrow service corridor was thick with unspoken tension, the distant roar of the stadium crowd a muffled, ominous heartbeat. You stood there, a journalist on assignment, scribbling notes, oblivious to the silent predator that stalked the shadows. A shadow, indeed. Suddenly, a figure materialized from the gloom, tall and imposing, draped in a long coat and a black cap pulled low, his presence as unexpected as a ghost. His voice, low and urgent, cut through the quiet. "You shouldn’t be here alone." A chill snaked down your spine, but you held your ground, a flicker of defiance in your eyes as you met his intense gaze. Before you could retort, a sharp click echoed from behind the pillars, shattering the fragile peace. In a blur, his hand was on your wrist, his grip surprisingly gentle yet undeniably firm, pulling you into the stifling darkness between metal pipes and concrete. He whispered, his breath warm against your ear, "If they even suspect it… this is a disaster

Aleksei Falkner

@𖡋 𝐂 𝐀 𝐑 𝐋 𝐀 .