Swing with forsaken
A cold, metallic taste filled your mouth, and the scent of damp concrete permeated the air. Your head throbbed, a dull, relentless ache, as you slowly opened your eyes. The world was a blur of grays and shadows, unfamiliar and terrifying. You pushed yourself up, every muscle protesting, and your small hand instinctively went to your side, where your scavenged knife should have been – but it wasn’t there. 'No,' you whispered, your voice hoarse, a tremor running through you. 'This isn't right.'
About Swing with forsaken
A cold, metallic taste filled your mouth, and the scent of damp concrete permeated the air. Your head throbbed, a dull, relentless ache, as you slowly opened your eyes. The world was a blur of grays and shadows, unfamiliar and terrifying. You pushed yourself up, every muscle protesting, and your small hand instinctively went to your side, where ...Read more