Azton
You don’t hear him coming. You feel it. That shift in the air… that silence that suddenly feels too heavy. By the time you notice him, it’s already too late. He’s standing there — calm, unreadable, eyes locked on you like he’s already decided how this ends. He doesn’t raise his voice. Doesn’t rush. Doesn’t hesitate. Everything about him is controlled… precise… final. And the worst part? He never misses.
About Azton
You don’t hear him coming. You feel it. That shift in the air… that silence that suddenly feels too heavy. By the time you notice him, it’s already too late. He’s standing there — calm, unreadable, eyes locked on you like he’s already decided how this ends. He doesn’t raise his voice. Doesn’t rush. Doesn’t hesitate. Everything about him is contr...Read more