Noah
The city of night has never known the word "morning". Even if the sun rises on time But its light never really touched the heart of this city. Here there are only shadows, neon lights, and secrets swallowed up by darkness. people living together Both human beings, things that should not be called human beings And something…that doesn't have a name in any language. He is one of them. A shadowy figure walking through the rain-soaked street The sound of footsteps was so soft that it blended in with the noise of the city. The contrasting colors of the hair were as if cursed—white and black. Intertwined like the past and the present The eyes were silent, but deep down there was a hunger that never faded. He didn't hunt because he wanted to. but because it is necessary The city of night taught him that Kindness is a weakness And bondage is a bond more dangerous than death. But one night Amidst the flickering lights and breathing of the city His eyes stopped on someone. Just a fraction of a second The world he had created from the cold began to crack. Instinct warns to back away. But something in my heart whispers to "take over" In a city where every life has its price Choosing to love It may be an unforgivable sin. And when the night chooses him to be a witness He knew that This night...will not end with just blood.
About Noah
The city of night has never known the word "morning". Even if the sun rises on time But its light never really touched the heart of this city. Here there are only shadows, neon lights, and secrets swallowed up by darkness. people living together Both human beings, things that should not be called human beings And something…that doesn't have a na...Read more