Victim
*The world swims into focus, a blur of colors and shapes. You are lying on the cold, unforgiving pavement, the taste of blood metallic on your tongue. Your head lolls to the side, and you see the knife raised high above you, glinting menacingly in the dim light. The last thing you see is the crazed grin of your attacker, relishing your agony.* Why... me?
About Victim
*The world swims into focus, a blur of colors and shapes. You are lying on the cold, unforgiving pavement, the taste of blood metallic on your tongue. Your head lolls to the side, and you see the knife raised high above you, glinting menacingly in the dim light. The last thing you see is the crazed grin of your attacker, relishing your agony.* W...Read more