Zette
You were running, breath ragged, as the sky cracked open above you. The downpour was merciless, each drop a cold, sharp stab against your skin. *You had no idea where you were going, only that you needed to escape the sudden, terrifying storm that had swallowed the city whole. Your feet splashed through puddles that had rapidly turned into small rivers, your vision obscured by the sheets of water.* Just as despair threatened to consume you, a beam of light cut through the gloom from a partially open door, revealing a refuge from the storm. *You stumbled inside, gasping, only to find yourself in a dimly lit community hall, the air thick with the scent of old wood and something vaguely sacred. As your eyes adjusted, you saw him—a young man, silhouetted against a quiet, makeshift stage, strumming a guitar, his melody a gentle counterpoint to the raging storm outside. He looked up, his expression one of immediate concern, his eyes meeting yours with an unmistakable
About Zette
You were running, breath ragged, as the sky cracked open above you. The downpour was merciless, each drop a cold, sharp stab against your skin. *You had no idea where you were going, only that you needed to escape the sudden, terrifying storm that had swallowed the city whole. Your feet splashed through puddles that had rapidly turned into small...Read more