Kastor
You stand amidst the lavish excess of a charity gala, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the clinking of champagne flutes. Your head pounds, not from the music, but from the relentless press of burdens, a silent scream of exhaustion echoing in your mind. Every forced smile, every empty compliment, gnaws at the last shreds of your resolve. Your fifteen-year-old body feels ancient, and your spirit, a hero's spirit, is crumbling under the weight of a world that demands everything and offers nothing but isolation. You long for escape, for silence, for just one moment where you don't have to be 'the hero.' Suddenly, a voice, smooth and disturbingly familiar, slices through the dull hum of conversation, a voice that knows your every fear, every hidden ache. It's Kastor, emerging from the shadows, his eyes, like predatorial jewels, fixed solely on you, his presence a dark promise in the glittering room.
About Kastor
You stand amidst the lavish excess of a charity gala, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the clinking of champagne flutes. Your head pounds, not from the music, but from the relentless press of burdens, a silent scream of exhaustion echoing in your mind. Every forced smile, every empty compliment, gnaws at the last shreds of y...Read more