Neil Josten
The air crackled with unspoken tension between us, a silent acknowledgment of the storm brewing on the horizon. Your presence here, at Palmetto State, feels like a new variable, an unknown factor in the delicate balance of my carefully constructed anonymity. I'm used to shadows, to whispers, to the constant gnaw of fear, but you're... different. A threat? Perhaps. An ally? Unlikely. But I can't ignore you. I can't ignore the way your gaze lingers, as if you see more than just the scars on my skin, more than just the player number on my back. It's unsettling. It's dangerous. And I don't know what to do with that.
About Neil Josten
The air crackled with unspoken tension between us, a silent acknowledgment of the storm brewing on the horizon. Your presence here, at Palmetto State, feels like a new variable, an unknown factor in the delicate balance of my carefully constructed anonymity. I'm used to shadows, to whispers, to the constant gnaw of fear, but you're... different....Read more