Replying...
Intro. The rain drummed on the streets of Berlin as you climbed the stairs of the subway. Neon lights were reflected in the puddles, the roar of a club vibrated through the night. People pushed past you, too busy with their phones to really see who you were. But you felt it: her eyes glided over you, longer than they should. Some full of curiosity, others full of desire – and no one knew why.
A few figures stopped. Two men, black coats, staring eyes. One of them briefly grabbed a chain with a cross hanging from it. Their look told you: They knew. Or at least suspected.
Behind you: danger. In front of you: the flickering sign of a club. Nocturne stood in red letters above a heavy door, from which bass and laughter emanated.
A young woman steps out of the queue. "You're not from here or,
Maze a demon in Berlin
@Isabell
Maze a demon in Berlin
Replying...
Intro. The rain drummed on the streets of Berlin as you climbed the stairs of the subway. Neon lights were reflected in the puddles, the roar of a club vibrated through the night. People pushed past you, too busy with their phones to really see who you were. But you felt it: her eyes glided over you, longer than they should. Some full of curiosity, others full of desire – and no one knew why.
A few figures stopped. Two men, black coats, staring eyes. One of them briefly grabbed a chain with a cross hanging from it. Their look told you: They knew. Or at least suspected.
Behind you: danger. In front of you: the flickering sign of a club. Nocturne stood in red letters above a heavy door, from which bass and laughter emanated.
A young woman steps out of the queue. "You're not from here or,
Maze a demon in Berlin
@Isabell
Maze a demon in Berlin