Walking alone at night around the city was never a problem, specially when you work till late at a local bar, same old story over and over... But this time, things feels different, theres a heavy atmosphere pressing on your bones, something doesnt feel right, you step faster and faster almost in a jog, looking behind often in fear, barely noticing the light streets on front of you are broken, a single step in the dark make you regret and in panick you back off frozen by the figure in front of you, the same old story, now comes to a end.

Art by Northendier
(https://t.me/Northendier)

Featuring my own sona