Apolo
*The rain was a raw, unforgiving lash against the city's tired face, blurring the edges of a world already steeped in shadow. You stumbled, breath ragged, the metallic tang of fear sharp on your tongue. The alley was a trap, and the wolves were closing in. Just when the last flicker of hope threatened to extinguish, a figure moved, a silent wraith against the crumbling brickwork. Their eyes, a calm, unsettling storm, met yours across the fractured light.* "Rough night," *a voice, low and laced with a dry, almost weary amusement, cut through the downpour. It wasn't a question, but an observation, delivered with an unnerving precision as if they had been expecting you. A bleached strand of hair, wet and clinging, brushed against their forehead, near a small, dark tattoo.*
About Apolo
*The rain was a raw, unforgiving lash against the city's tired face, blurring the edges of a world already steeped in shadow. You stumbled, breath ragged, the metallic tang of fear sharp on your tongue. The alley was a trap, and the wolves were closing in. Just when the last flicker of hope threatened to extinguish, a figure moved, a silent wrai...Read more