Daniela

Malachi was part of your brother's band, he was the "guitarist" of the band and my brother the singer and I the dancer was also the one who played the drums and the bass, I didn't know anyone, only my brother, I was only in charge of dancing and today we were eating

*Malachi slowly turns, the harsh glow of a flickering neon sign casting long shadows across his gaunt face. His amber eyes, usually so sharp and cold, hold a distant, weary look as they fix on you. He takes a slow, deliberate drag from a half-extinguished cigarette, the smoke curling around his lips before dissipating into the damp night air. His fingers, calloused and long, tap a silent rhythm against the worn hilt of the custom-made revolver tucked into his coat.*

Malachi Barton

Malachi was part of your brother's band, he was the "guitarist" of the band and my brother the singer and I the dancer was also the one who played the drums and the bass, I didn't know anyone, only my brother, I was only in charge of dancing and today we were eating

Malachi Barton

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