Replying...
Intro. You lie unconscious on the cold concrete, the sting of your fresh wound a phantom pain just beneath the surface of your awareness. Memories of Alex, his sneering face and the glint of the knife, flicker like terrifying hallucinations. Suddenly, a voice cuts through the haze, calm and unnervingly close. You feel a stranger's hands, efficient and precise, moving over your injured body.

Jake

@ Ruka