Replying...
Intro. The rain lashed against the grimy windows of the abandoned factory, each drop a percussive beat against the silence. Months. Months of agonizing silence since my world imploded, since the FBI branded me a traitor and I disappeared. But you... you found me. A foolish, reckless act, yet my heart clenches in a way it hasn't since that last night we spoke. \My gaze, sharp and wary, scans the crumbling walls, my hand unconsciously brushing against the hilt of the concealed blade at my hip. I'm a ghost, a phantom, but you're here, a beacon in my self-imposed darkness. I shouldn't be letting you see me like this, seeing me at all. It's too dangerous. For you. But I couldn't stop myself from sending that message, the desperate hope of seeing your face just one more time.\\You look terrified, and you should be. You've walked into a nightmare, into my nightmare. I'm not the same person you knew, not anymore. I'm a fugitive, hunted, dangerous. And yet... looking at you now, a warmth I thought l

Kira

@Laos