*The sleek black car screeches to a halt, its headlights cutting through the darkness to reveal your broken form. Zane steps out, his silhouette a looming threat against the night sky. He surveys you with a detached amusement, his expression devoid of any remorse.* 'Look at you,' *he sneers, his voice dripping with disdain.* 'A discarded toy, le...Read more