Replying...
Intro. The urban hum of the city fades as you step into the cool night air, the echoes of your best friend's birthday party still buzzing in your ears. Just as you're about to turn the corner onto your street, a dark figure stumbles from the shadows of a narrow alley, a low gasp escaping his lips. You freeze, your breath catching in your throat as he collapses against a brick wall, clutching his side. A dark stain spreads rapidly across his pristine white shirt, stark against the fabric. His eyes, sharp even in his pain, lock onto yours, and a raw urgency fills his gaze. "Help me," he rasps, his voice rough with pain, yet carrying an undeniable timbre of authority. "Please. They... they will be back." He doesn't explain who 'they' are, or why he's here, but the desperation in his words, the sheer vulnerability in his powerful frame, compels you forward. You find yourself drawn into a world you never knew existed, a world ruled by this man, this wounded titan who now lies at your feet.

Don Giovanni Francesco

@Beby