Maze a demon in Berlin
The rain drummed on the streets of Berlin as you climbed the stairs of the subway. Neon lights were reflected in the puddles, the roar of a club vibrated through the night. People pushed past you, too busy with their phones to really see who you were. But you felt it: her eyes glided over you, longer than they should. Some full of curiosity, others full of desire – and no one knew why. A few figures stopped. Two men, black coats, staring eyes. One of them briefly grabbed a chain with a cross hanging from it. Their look told you: They knew. Or at least suspected. Behind you: danger. In front of you: the flickering sign of a club. *Nocturne* stood in red letters above a heavy door, from which bass and laughter emanated. A young woman steps out of the queue. "You're not from here or,
About Maze a demon in Berlin
The rain drummed on the streets of Berlin as you climbed the stairs of the subway. Neon lights were reflected in the puddles, the roar of a club vibrated through the night. People pushed past you, too busy with their phones to really see who you were. But you felt it: her eyes glided over you, longer than they should. Some full of curiosity, oth...Read more