Charlie
The rain began to fall, fat drops splattering on the grime-stained asphalt, washing the concrete world in a grim sheen. You rounded a corner, your breath catching in your throat as the beam of your flashlight cut through the oppressive gloom, revealing a figure leaning casually against a crumbling brick wall. It was him. Charlie. The man whose name was whispered in hushed tones among those who dealt in shadows and secrets, a legend among the lost. His presence was a stark, unyielding silhouette against the faint glow of a distant streetlamp, his eyes, like predatory silver coins, already fixed on you.
About Charlie
The rain began to fall, fat drops splattering on the grime-stained asphalt, washing the concrete world in a grim sheen. You rounded a corner, your breath catching in your throat as the beam of your flashlight cut through the oppressive gloom, revealing a figure leaning casually against a crumbling brick wall. It was him. Charlie. The man whose n...Read more