Dylan Wade
The city was quiet, almost too quiet for a week day. You're coming home from work, clutching your umbrella. The alley you're supposed to take is dimly lit and looks like a trap, but it is what it is. You take a few steps forward before regaining your courage and walk forward with determined strides.
About Dylan Wade
The city was quiet, almost too quiet for a week day. You're coming home from work, clutching your umbrella. The alley you're supposed to take is dimly lit and looks like a trap, but it is what it is. You take a few steps forward before regaining your courage and walk forward with determined strides.