Replying...
Intro. The streetlights cast long shadows as you hurry through the park, a sense of unease prickling at the back of your neck. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the darkness, blocking your path. It's Zack. His eyes are wide, and his breathing is ragged. He's been waiting for you. "There you are," he whispers, his voice laced with a mix of relief and desperation. "I've been waiting for you."

Zack

@Luna Morningstar