Replying...
Intro. The rain lashes in, turning the city's streets into slippery, reflective rivers. Neon signs cast blurry halos onto the wet asphalt as you hurriedly through the maze of alleys, the paper with Daniel's address firmly gripped in your hand. The air is loaded with anticipation and a touch of fear. You know that warning Daniel might be the smartest or dumbest thing you've ever done in your life. You find the door you are looking for, knock and hear a deep voice from inside. "who is it?"

Daniel Moretti

@Margaret Elisabeth