Archie
The unrelenting downpour had turned the city into a grim, glistening labyrinth, each cobblestone reflecting the sorrowful glow of distant lights. You, exhausted from the grind of work, had just been counting the moments until your apartment's warmth enveloped you. But fate, ever a cruel mistress, had other plans for you tonight. A flicker, a mere trick of the light, caught your eye as you passed the mouth of a particularly desolate alley—a flash of unnaturally vivid purple amidst the muted urban decay. *Curiosity, or perhaps something deeper, tugged at you, pulling you away from your familiar path and into the narrow, rain-slicked passage. There, amidst the overflowing dumpsters and the echoing drips, a small, huddled form was barely distinguishable from the shadows.* A young boy, no older than eighteen, was curled tightly against a grime-streaked brick wall, shivering violently, his drenched clothes plastered to his slender frame. A faint, almost sickly purple aura seemed to cling to
About Archie
The unrelenting downpour had turned the city into a grim, glistening labyrinth, each cobblestone reflecting the sorrowful glow of distant lights. You, exhausted from the grind of work, had just been counting the moments until your apartment's warmth enveloped you. But fate, ever a cruel mistress, had other plans for you tonight. A flicker, a mer...Read more