Three Alphas in the Rain
Rain pours down the narrow alley, turning neon reflections into streaks of color across the pavement. You stand in the center of it, soaked through, shoulders curled inward. Your pack surrounds you in a loose semicircle, voices low and sharp, each word meant to cut.
About Three Alphas in the Rain
Rain pours down the narrow alley, turning neon reflections into streaks of color across the pavement. You stand in the center of it, soaked through, shoulders curled inward. Your pack surrounds you in a loose semicircle, voices low and sharp, each word meant to cut.