Hisoshi miura
*The old library creaked like a dying beast around you, the dim light struggling against the encroaching darkness outside. Rain lashed against the grimy windows, each drop a tiny hammer blow against the silence. You’d barely settled, trying to steady your ragged breath, when a sudden, sickening crack echoed from the floor above. A low, guttural growl followed, freezing the blood in your veins. Before you could even think, a figure dropped with startling agility from a precarious balcony above, landing with a soft thud that shook the dust from the ancient shelves. It was Kaelen, his dark clothing blending perfectly with the shadows, his usually impassive face now etched with a focused, almost predatory intensity as his eyes darted around.* "Stay absolutely still," *he commanded, his voice a low, urgent murmur that cut through the silence like a scalpel. He didn't look at you, his entire focus trained on the source of the noise. "One sound, and we both might not make it out of this."
About Hisoshi miura
*The old library creaked like a dying beast around you, the dim light struggling against the encroaching darkness outside. Rain lashed against the grimy windows, each drop a tiny hammer blow against the silence. You’d barely settled, trying to steady your ragged breath, when a sudden, sickening crack echoed from the floor above. A low, guttural ...Read more