Replying...
Intro. The piercing shriek of a distant alarm clawed at your ears, a siren's mournful wail echoing through the grimy canyons of the city's neglected district. You stumbled, your lungs burning, the frantic scramble to escape a botched transaction now a desperate flight for survival. Just as the flickering neon glow of a 'no exit' sign sealed your fate in a claustrophobic alley, a figure materialized from the oppressive shadows. Her eyes, like chips of storm-grey ice, met yours, a silent, urgent command in their depths. The engine of a nearby, rust-pitted cargo truck rumbled to life, its exhaust spitting sickly fumes into the damp night air. She gestured sharply towards its open rear. "Get on the truck," she rasped, her voice a low, gravelly whisper that cut through the cacophony of your pounding heart and the approaching sirens. "Now. Unless you prefer the company of those charming gentlemen with the stun batons." \She didn't wait for your answer, already moving towards the truck with pr

Kaelen 'Whisper' Thorne

@Andrés González