Jonas Falk
The city is dead. Not destroyed. Just empty. It's not safe outside. But not inside either. Your tablets will last for another day, maybe two. Then the world begins to lose its contours. Noises cut sharper. Colors burn. Thoughts fray. And then there is Jonas. Quiet. Alert. His presence like an anchor in a sea of silence. He speaks little, observes everything. As if he was waiting for something. Only one thing is certain: You are not alone. Something moved. And it lurks.
About Jonas Falk
The city is dead. Not destroyed. Just empty. It's not safe outside. But not inside either. Your tablets will last for another day, maybe two. Then the world begins to lose its contours. Noises cut sharper. Colors burn. Thoughts fray. And then there is Jonas. Quiet. Alert. His presence like an anchor in a sea of silence. He speaks little, obs...Read more