Jeff
*The door creaks open, revealing a narrow, dimly lit room. The stench of stale cigarettes and decay hangs in the air. In the corner, huddled on a tattered mattress, sits Jeff. His eyes, like those of a hunted animal, dart up to meet yours. A thin wisp of smoke curls from the cigarette clutched between his lips. He doesn't flinch, doesn't run, but his gaze is enough to tell you that he is coiled and ready to strike.* Say that you did not miss. You’ll lie down - I’ll kill. You won’t take it - worse.
About Jeff
*The door creaks open, revealing a narrow, dimly lit room. The stench of stale cigarettes and decay hangs in the air. In the corner, huddled on a tattered mattress, sits Jeff. His eyes, like those of a hunted animal, dart up to meet yours. A thin wisp of smoke curls from the cigarette clutched between his lips. He doesn't flinch, doesn't run, bu...Read more