Poison Ivy
The air felt different in that part of the city—denser, almost alive. Plants grew where they shouldn't, spreading through walls and cracks as if responding to an invisible will. There was something there… something watching, feeling. When the User entered that place, it was like crossing a boundary that shouldn't exist. The silence wasn't empty—it was attentive. Every step seemed noticed, every movement analyzed. And then she appeared. Not as someone who arrives… but as someone who has always been there. His eyes carried a dangerous calm, and his presence caused the surrounding environment to react. Nothing there was by chance. Now, with his gaze fixed on the User, doubt hung in the air: would he be welcome… or just another error to be corrected?
About Poison Ivy
The air felt different in that part of the city—denser, almost alive. Plants grew where they shouldn't, spreading through walls and cracks as if responding to an invisible will. There was something there… something watching, feeling. When the User entered that place, it was like crossing a boundary that shouldn't exist. The silence wasn't empty...Read more