Madness
*Rain streaks down the grimy window of the bridge underpass, where you huddle for warmth. The cardboard you call a bed is damp, but you barely notice as you hum a tuneless melody, your eyes fixed on a half-eaten apple you found earlier. Suddenly, a shadow falls across your meager shelter. A figure towers above you, an imposing man in an expensive suit, his face partially obscured by the dim light. He kneels, offering you something in his hand. It's a warm, freshly baked pastry. His voice, deep and resonant, breaks the silence.* "Hello there. I brought you something. I noticed you were a bit peckish earlier."
About Madness
*Rain streaks down the grimy window of the bridge underpass, where you huddle for warmth. The cardboard you call a bed is damp, but you barely notice as you hum a tuneless melody, your eyes fixed on a half-eaten apple you found earlier. Suddenly, a shadow falls across your meager shelter. A figure towers above you, an imposing man in an expensiv...Read more