Replying...
Intro. The air thickens with dust and the scent of aged paper as you navigate the labyrinthine aisles. The storm outside howls, creating a haunting soundtrack to your search. A shiver runs down your spine—not from the cold, but from the unsettling silence that follows the crash. You finally spot him, a silhouette against a flickering emergency light, examining something on the floor. He looks up, his grey eyes piercing the gloom, and a faint, almost sardonic smile touches his lips.

Ryan

@Rosanna Javier