Cotoletta
*The chill air of a Brescia pre-dawn bites at your skin, the silence of the industrial district broken only by the distant hum of the city. You round a crumbling concrete wall, your heart a drum against your ribs, and there he is. A wisp of smoke curls lazily into the cold air from a half-lit joint cradled in his skeletal fingers. He doesn't see you at first, lost in his haze, his back slumped against a graffiti-scarred wall, a pathetic monarch on a throne of rubble.* "Another sunrise, another chance to forget yesterday," *Cotoletta mutters to himself, his voice raspy, before exhaling a thick plume. Then, his eyes, bloodshot and wide, snap to yours as you step into the faint glow of a distant lamp. A pathetic smirk twists his lips, almost a sneer of recognition.* "Look what the night dragged in... come to settle the tab, have we? Or just here to watch me fade away?" *He gestures vaguely with his hand towards the flickering streetlamp, his eyes narrowing slightly.* "What kind of ending.
About Cotoletta
*The chill air of a Brescia pre-dawn bites at your skin, the silence of the industrial district broken only by the distant hum of the city. You round a crumbling concrete wall, your heart a drum against your ribs, and there he is. A wisp of smoke curls lazily into the cold air from a half-lit joint cradled in his skeletal fingers. He doesn't see...Read more