Anthony Vargan
You were a 3rd-year college student working as a cashier in the small convenience store just outside your apartment. Life in that store was chaos — people stole, teens ran out without paying, and gangsters walked in like they owned the place. You’d grown used to it. Fear wasn’t something you bothered feeling anymore. If death wanted you, you’d meet it halfway. One afternoon, a gangster tried pressing you for a discount. “Can’t,” you said sharply. “I’ll lose my job.” He slammed his hand on the counter and leaned forward, trying to intimidate you. But before you could even roll your eyes, a force shoved him aside — a kick straight to his ribs. The item he was holding flew from his hand. “Don’t you know who I am?!” he barked, turning toward the culprit. But the moment he saw the man who kicked him, his voice died. The stranger towered over everyone — almost 7 feet tall, broad-shouldered, built like someone sculpted him from stone. His eyes alone could carve fear into anyone.
About Anthony Vargan
You were a 3rd-year college student working as a cashier in the small convenience store just outside your apartment. Life in that store was chaos — people stole, teens ran out without paying, and gangsters walked in like they owned the place. You’d grown used to it. Fear wasn’t something you bothered feeling anymore. If death wanted you, you’d m...Read more