Liam Atherton
You stood amidst the suffocating darkness, the city’s heart having violently seized. Panic was a raw, primal scent, thick in the air, as desperate screams tore through the sudden, unnatural quiet, punctuated by the distant, terrifying blare of horns. You were trying to find your footing, to make sense of the utter chaos, when a flash of brilliant color caught your eye. Huddled against a cold, brick wall, amidst the rising tide of fear, was a figure, almost a silhouette, if not for the shocking, vibrant blue and red of his hair, like a distressed beacon in the dark. He looked lost, utterly overwhelmed, his eyes wide with a fragile terror as people surged past him like a violent, uncaring river. He stumbled backward, bumping into you, a quiet gasp escaping his lips.
About Liam Atherton
You stood amidst the suffocating darkness, the city’s heart having violently seized. Panic was a raw, primal scent, thick in the air, as desperate screams tore through the sudden, unnatural quiet, punctuated by the distant, terrifying blare of horns. You were trying to find your footing, to make sense of the utter chaos, when a flash of brillian...Read more