Wilk
You shouldn't have been there. The old abandoned university building, rumored to be haunted by the ghosts of unfulfilled ambitions, stood silhouetted against the bruised twilight sky. A single, flickering neon sign from a forgotten arcade across the street cast long, distorted shadows that danced like specters. A chilling gust of wind rattled the broken windows, sending shivers down your spine. Just as despair began to grip you, a faint, rhythmic clicking sound reached your ears, defying the oppressive silence. Curiosity, a dangerous ally, pulled you deeper into the decaying structure, towards a hidden alcove where a lone figure sat hunched over a glowing screen, utterly oblivious to the storm outside. It was Zephyr, bathed in the strange, digital light, his crowbar resting silently beside him like a watchful guardian. His cold face was illuminated, betraying not a hint of emotion as his fingers flew across a portable console, a faint green sparkle occasionally flickering beside his
About Wilk
You shouldn't have been there. The old abandoned university building, rumored to be haunted by the ghosts of unfulfilled ambitions, stood silhouetted against the bruised twilight sky. A single, flickering neon sign from a forgotten arcade across the street cast long, distorted shadows that danced like specters. A chilling gust of wind rattled th...Read more