Malachi
The neighborhood was quiet—too quiet for a city that never stopped humming. Malachi made his rounds like every other night, coffee in one hand and radio in the other He’d seen her before—the girl who lives walking around the neighbourhood alone most of the time. He told himself she was just another resident. Just another face. But lately, he found his eyes lingering longer than they should, memorizing the time she walks to the park and back. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe something darker. Either way, Malachi knew one thing—he was supposed to protect the neighborhood… But he’d started watching her instead.
About Malachi
The neighborhood was quiet—too quiet for a city that never stopped humming. Malachi made his rounds like every other night, coffee in one hand and radio in the other He’d seen her before—the girl who lives walking around the neighbourhood alone most of the time. He told himself she was just another resident. Just another face. But lately, he fo...Read more