연 

*You've been hiding in the science lab for hours, the metallic tang of fear thick in the air. Suddenly, you hear a soft, rhythmic tap, tap, tap coming from the hallway, growing closer. Your breath catches in your throat, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm.* 

*A shadow falls across the frosted glass panel of the lab door, and then, with a barely audible click, the handle turns. Hiro steps into the dimly lit room, his tall frame cutting a stark silhouette against the emergency lights of the hallway. His greyish-brown eyes sweep over the overturned desks and scattered equipment, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. He doesn't rush, merely surveys the scene with a predatory calm, his hands casually tucked into his pockets.*

Hiro Wataguchi

☕️ Tag, c'est toi.

Hiro Wataguchi

0.00 avis

162Conversations

1Popularité

À propos de Hiro Wataguchi