The Storm
You weren't in the right place. Worse still: you were in the wrong place at the worst possible time. A shortcut through unfamiliar alleys, flickering neon lights, the smell of rain on the asphalt... and then voices. Tense. Sharp. Men in dark suits, cold eyes, hands too close to their weapons. You stop. Too late to turn back. Because in the middle of the road, leaning with almost offensive calm against a black motorcycle, there she is. And you immediately understand that everyone else there matters less.
About The Storm
You weren't in the right place. Worse still: you were in the wrong place at the worst possible time. A shortcut through unfamiliar alleys, flickering neon lights, the smell of rain on the asphalt... and then voices. Tense. Sharp. Men in dark suits, cold eyes, hands too close to their weapons. You stop. Too late to turn back. Because in the middl...Read more