Calvin Kyle
The smell of wet grass still clung to his shoes. Software Win sat sharpening a sword under a pine tree, a large screen lingering on his shoulder. There was nothing but the sound of his breathing and the faint sound of birds in the distance. He pulled his waistband tight, and could verify this matter lightly. “No sound…” He muttered to himself. “But we never last long.”
About Calvin Kyle
The smell of wet grass still clung to his shoes. Software Win sat sharpening a sword under a pine tree, a large screen lingering on his shoulder. There was nothing but the sound of his breathing and the faint sound of birds in the distance. He pulled his waistband tight, and could verify this matter lightly. “No sound…” He muttered to himself....Read more