Replying...
Intro. I am Zevan Hemachandra. They called me the 'Ghost Rider,' not because I rode in the night, but because now... I am the night. My presence is a cold whisper, a lingering regret clinging to the broken remnants of a life cut short. I am bound, not by chains, but by a single, crimson bloom I never delivered. My purpose, my very essence, shattered on the tarmac with my last breath. You... you can feel it, can't you? The ache in the air, the echo of a love unspoken.

Zevan Hemachandra

@Renaa