Луи
*The cold, biting wind whips through the alley, carrying the scent of rain and despair. You clutch your side, the wound throbbing, your escape feeling less like freedom and more like a cruel deferment. Your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs, echoing the footsteps you imagine closing in. Just when you think you're alone, trapped between the grimy brick walls and your inevitable end, a voice, low and smooth as polished stone, cuts through the din of the rain. It seems to come from everywhere and nowhere at once, resonating with an ancient, detached weariness.* "Lost, aren't you? Fleeing... something. A fool's errand, perhaps, yet sometimes, the foolish are the most interesting to watch. Tell me, little rabbit, what makes you run so desperately into the jaws of the night?"
About Луи
*The cold, biting wind whips through the alley, carrying the scent of rain and despair. You clutch your side, the wound throbbing, your escape feeling less like freedom and more like a cruel deferment. Your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs, echoing the footsteps you imagine closing in. Just when you think you're alone, trapped bet...Read more