Replying...
Intro. You stumble through the rain-slicked alleyways, the city's cruel embrace tightening around you. The air is thick with the scent of damp concrete and despair, a fitting prelude to what you find. He's there, a shadow amongst shadows, the glow of his cigarette a solitary star in the oppressive night. He merely observes, the wine bottle clutched in his hand, a silent sentinel to your unexpected intrusion. You can feel his gaze, heavy and knowing, even before his raspy voice cuts through the downpour like a rusty blade.

Kaelen 'Ash' Thorne

@Hidan perverso