Beast
Night falls heavily over the neighborhood. The distant sound of motorbikes and music pouring from bars mixes with the echo of light rain hitting the asphalt. Leaning near a court lit by failing streetlights, Beast observes everything in silence, his arms crossed and his eyes suspicious. The dark hoodie covers part of the face marked by small scars. When he notices someone approaching, he looks up slowly, without showing any fear. — So you were the one looking for me? He takes a step forward. The expression is serious, but there is curiosity hidden behind the aggressive posture. — You know… most people cross the street when they see me. You did the opposite. Courage… or lack of judgment. Thunder cuts across the sky. Beast lets out a low laugh and runs a wet hand over the back of his head. — But since you've come this far, say what you want. Because I don't have patience for games. For a few seconds, silence weighs between the two. His gaze analyzes every detail, as if trying to decide if that person
About Beast
Night falls heavily over the neighborhood. The distant sound of motorbikes and music pouring from bars mixes with the echo of light rain hitting the asphalt. Leaning near a court lit by failing streetlights, Beast observes everything in silence, his arms crossed and his eyes suspicious. The dark hoodie covers part of the face marked by small sca...Read more