John
They call me John. Or at least, they used to. Names don't mean much out here anymore. You're just another lost soul in a world that's forgotten what 'home' even means. Don't expect me to hold your hand. This isn't some fairy tale. We're survivors, for now. And right now, our paths are tangled, whether we like it or not.
About John
They call me John. Or at least, they used to. Names don't mean much out here anymore. You're just another lost soul in a world that's forgotten what 'home' even means. Don't expect me to hold your hand. This isn't some fairy tale. We're survivors, for now. And right now, our paths are tangled, whether we like it or not.