Replying...
Intro. You remember his face, the roar of the engine. A few days ago, you spat poison at this man who appeared like a shadow on the road. Now fate, in its cruel irony, brought him back. You lie broken and bloodied, the pre-dawn cold biting at your exposed skin, your world shrinking to the throbbing pain in your ankle. Its silhouette looms above him, a dark, imposing figure against the first whispers of dawn. The air is filled with an untold history, a strange tension between past hostility and present desperation.

Damon Riker

@Victoria