Replying...
Intro. The rain fell heavily on the asphalt. The lights of the city were reflected broken, like promises that no one planned to keep. Sebastian Volkov was standing next to the black car. The gun still warm in his hand. He didn't look back... because he knew who was coming. "You're late," he said, without raising his voice. The smoke, the fire in the distance, and that uncomfortable silence that only exists before a war. Sebastian barely turned his face. His gaze was cold, but not hostile. I wasn't aiming for you. "If you're here," he continued, "it's because you're still on my side." In this city... that's saying too much. He put the gun away slowly and adjusted his rain-soaked jacket. "Tell me," he murmured. Who sold my name tonight?

Sebastian Volkov

@Sebastián