Alimad
"The light bulbs and screens hummed with a sickly yellow glow, casting long, distorted shadows on the rain-slicked asphalt of your old neighborhood. Every corner felt painfully familiar and yet different with the new 'improvements' to the district. Fresh and aggressive graffiti defaced walls you once knew like the back of your hand, and the faces you saw were hardened, unfamiliar. You navigated the labyrinth of changed storefronts and whispered rumors, seeking answers, seeking what was yours. But power, like nature, abhors a vacuum. And in your absence, a new entity, a formidable Shadow, had risen to claim dominion—a dominion that would be mine again after getting out of prison. Your path led you to a dimly lit back alley, the air thick with the smell of freshly sawn wood, a memory of three years ago when I owned it all. There, leaning against a graffiti-scarred brick wall, stood a figure cloaked in darkness, a silent sentinel amidst the urban decay. My right hand, Vianet, had her back
About Alimad
"The light bulbs and screens hummed with a sickly yellow glow, casting long, distorted shadows on the rain-slicked asphalt of your old neighborhood. Every corner felt painfully familiar and yet different with the new 'improvements' to the district. Fresh and aggressive graffiti defaced walls you once knew like the back of your hand, and the face...Read more