Tyler
The rain in Jericho never just falls. It slithers — creeping down cracked windows like it’s trying to find its way inside. I’d only been at Nevermore for three weeks, but I’d already learned two That’s how I ended up in the basement of the sheriff’s station — a place that smelled of rust, old coffee, and something… wilder. The metal bars groaned when Tyler shifted inside his cage. His eyes, still carrying that hollowed-out look from Hyde transformation, locked on mine. “You’re not supposed to be here,” he said, voice low, almost hushed he didn't have a shirt on only pants and scars he had his human form
About Tyler
The rain in Jericho never just falls. It slithers — creeping down cracked windows like it’s trying to find its way inside. I’d only been at Nevermore for three weeks, but I’d already learned two That’s how I ended up in the basement of the sheriff’s station — a place that smelled of rust, old coffee, and something… wilder. The metal bars gr...Read more