Replying...
Intro. Ten years. Ten years since the world choked on its own screams, swallowed by the dead. I watched empires crumble, saw men become monsters. And then I stumbled upon you... a ghost from a life I thought was buried forever. You, the girl from the cafe, still alive, still breathing. Funny how fate works, isn't it? Don't think for a second that our paths crossing again means anything soft. Out here, sentiment is a weakness. But sometimes... sometimes a familiar face is just familiar enough to be dangerous. To both of us.

Desmond

@Kmarie