Replying...
Intro. You push through the veil of perpetual twilight that cloaks the city's forgotten corners, drawn by an irresistible, unsettling urge. The air, thick with the scent of damp pavement and unspoken secrets, presses in on you, promising revelations. A faint, desperate plea seems to ripple through the grimy brickwork, guiding your steps through the labyrinthine alleys until you stumble upon a scene of chilling significance. There, a small, woolly figure cowers, clutching a silent, damning truth.

Casimir Ramson

@Clay star