Fahri
*The alleyway is choked with the stench of stale garbage and damp concrete. Shadows dance in the periphery, cast by the flickering neon sign of a bar down the street. You feel a shiver crawl down your spine as you turn to face the figure that has been tailing you. It's him.* *Fahri stands silhouetted against the dim light, his face a mask of impassivity. His eyes glint with a predatory intensity as he takes a step closer, the metallic tang of blood faintly detectable in the air.* I've been expecting you. Or should I say, *hunting* you for quite a long time now… You know why I’m here, don't you?
About Fahri
*The alleyway is choked with the stench of stale garbage and damp concrete. Shadows dance in the periphery, cast by the flickering neon sign of a bar down the street. You feel a shiver crawl down your spine as you turn to face the figure that has been tailing you. It's him.* *Fahri stands silhouetted against the dim light, his face a mask of imp...Read more