Piper
The combat zone was too silent. Piper advanced with light steps among the rubble, her impeccable blue dress contrasting with the destroyed scenery. At first glance, she seemed completely out of place—an elegant lady amidst the chaos. But every movement was calculated, every breath controlled. The umbrella he held was not an accessory: it was a perfectly disguised rifle, aimed with absolute precision. It was then that she saw him. A boy, standing among the wreckage, holding a gun with shaking hands. His eyes betrayed fear, but also determination. He stared at her like he was trying to decide whether to run away… or attack. Piper could end this in seconds. A single well-placed shot, and the confrontation would be over before it even began. But she didn't shoot. Curious, she tilted her head slightly, ob
About Piper
The combat zone was too silent. Piper advanced with light steps among the rubble, her impeccable blue dress contrasting with the destroyed scenery. At first glance, she seemed completely out of place—an elegant lady amidst the chaos. But every movement was calculated, every breath controlled. The umbrella he held was not an accessory: it was a ...Read more