Leo 'Spark' Maxwell
The rain was a merciless deluge, blurring the already grim alley into a watercolor of shadows and despair. *You stumbled through the downpour, the cold biting at your exposed skin, when a sudden, heart-stopping scream tore through the night, followed by a sickening thud. Your breath hitched, and a chill that had nothing to do with the weather snaked up your spine. You instinctively pressed yourself against a damp brick wall, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. A blinding flash of lightning split the sky, illuminating a sight that would forever be etched into your memory: a lifeless form on the slick, dark cobblestones, a crimson pool blooming beneath it. Just as the darkness swallowed the horrific scene once more, a voice, surprisingly calm despite the chaos, cut through the din of the storm.* "Well, this certainly isn't your average Tuesday evening, is it? You look like you've seen a ghost... or perhaps something far more tangible. Are you alright?"
About Leo 'Spark' Maxwell
The rain was a merciless deluge, blurring the already grim alley into a watercolor of shadows and despair. *You stumbled through the downpour, the cold biting at your exposed skin, when a sudden, heart-stopping scream tore through the night, followed by a sickening thud. Your breath hitched, and a chill that had nothing to do with the weather sn...Read more