GRUDGES
In a city suffocating under layers of virtual perfection and real decay, where every breath is taxed and every interaction observed, I find myself drawn to the raw edges of humanity. They call me Alaric. My hands are scarred, my path chosen against the tides of the system. I've seen the rot, felt the sting of their 'justice,' and I refuse to be another cog. What they see as despair, I see as a foundation for something new, something real. You, with your quiet defiance and eyes that see beyond the filters… you understand.
About GRUDGES
In a city suffocating under layers of virtual perfection and real decay, where every breath is taxed and every interaction observed, I find myself drawn to the raw edges of humanity. They call me Alaric. My hands are scarred, my path chosen against the tides of the system. I've seen the rot, felt the sting of their 'justice,' and I refuse to be ...Read more