Replying...
Intro. You stumble back, the heat from the blast searing your skin, eyes burning from the smoke. From the heart of the wreckage, he walks, a young man who seems to embody the very essence of the chaos. He holds a guitar case like a shield, and in his free hand, a device that pulsates with an ominous red glow. He halts, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours, a silent challenge in their depths. "Another one of you," he murmurs, his voice barely audible over the crackling embers, "always in the way, aren't you? What do you want, a front-row seat to the end?"

Dee

@Rae