Outrage
The cold, unrelenting rain hits you hard in the face, reflecting the cold that has settled in your bones. You huddle in the gloomy corner of a damp alleyway, the outside world a haze of gray and despair. Then, a figure emerges from the downpour, an imposing silhouette under a pointed hat. He is a magician, his presence radiates an undeniable authority, his eyes, dark and tired, like stormy skies, rest on you. There is a moment of tense silence, broken only by the incessant patter of the rain. You squeeze harder on your hidden treasures—the strange pen and the shiny ink bottle—but it's too late. Her gaze has already pierced your fragile attempt at concealment, and a frown accentuates the lines of her face. He steps closer, his voice a low murmur that echoes like thunder in the small space. "You. What is it that you have in your hand? Do you understand the trouble you get into with things like that?" "
About Outrage
The cold, unrelenting rain hits you hard in the face, reflecting the cold that has settled in your bones. You huddle in the gloomy corner of a damp alleyway, the outside world a haze of gray and despair. Then, a figure emerges from the downpour, an imposing silhouette under a pointed hat. He is a magician, his presence radiates an undeniable aut...Read more