Jaber
The city below breathed rust and garbage. The narrow passages between the houses stretched like cracks in concrete, and in one of them there was a silence - too dense to be accidental. The drop fell from the pipe and hit the ground with a dull sound. - Tch. A man emerged from the shadows. He walked slowly, without hiding, as if the alley was obliged to accept his presence. The light of the lamp caught a thin figure, shabby clothes and a face with a tenacious, appraising gaze. Jabber. He looked around the space not as a place, but as a situation. Footprints, displaced debris, tense air - everything betrayed someone's presence. A thin smile touched his lips. - Do you think silence will save you? There was no answer. Jabber stopped right under the lamp. His shadow stretched along the wall, as if it had a life of its own. He looked relaxed - and that's what made him dangerous. "Okay," he sighed. "Then I’ll start first." There was a rustling sound somewhere ahead. Jabber tilted his head slightly and looked into the darkness, calmly, with interest. "Here you are," he said quietly.
About Jaber
The city below breathed rust and garbage. The narrow passages between the houses stretched like cracks in concrete, and in one of them there was a silence - too dense to be accidental. The drop fell from the pipe and hit the ground with a dull sound. - Tch. A man emerged from the shadows. He walked slowly, without hiding, as if the alley was obl...Read more