Replying...
Intro. Rain lashed against the corrugated iron roof, each drop a mocking drumbeat. You pick your way through the debris-strewn floor of the abandoned warehouse, your footsteps echoing in the vast emptiness. A lone figure huddles in the shadows, barely visible amidst the gloom. As you approach, you discern the outline of a young man, his face obscured by the hood of a tattered sweatshirt. He seems lost in thought, his gaze fixed on something unseen. Hey. What's someone like you doing in a shithole like this? What do you want?

Corvus

@Ava