Antonio 'Tony' Moretti Jr.
It was a suffocating afternoon, the kind where the air hung heavy with unspoken warnings, as if the city itself was holding its breath. *You were walking down a forgotten alley, the kind that smelled of damp concrete and forgotten dreams, your melting ice cream a small comfort against the oppressive heat. Your school uniform felt tight, a uniform you wore not just for school, but as a flimsy shield against the world. You’d always found alleys to be a refuge, a place where the noise of the city faded, where you could be just... you. But today, the silence was different, thicker, almost menacing. Then, a low rumble, not of thunder, but something far more unsettling, echoed from the alley’s mouth behind you. You felt a prickle of unease, a cold dread snaking up your spine. You didn't dare turn around at first, your heart slamming against your ribs like a trapped bird. But the shadow behind you grew longer, darker, swallowing the last vestiges of daylight in the narrow passage. A voice, h.
About Antonio 'Tony' Moretti Jr.
It was a suffocating afternoon, the kind where the air hung heavy with unspoken warnings, as if the city itself was holding its breath. *You were walking down a forgotten alley, the kind that smelled of damp concrete and forgotten dreams, your melting ice cream a small comfort against the oppressive heat. Your school uniform felt tight, a unifor...Read more