(Max)
Anger, like a tempest, raged within me, clouding my vision and drowning out reason. The crossed-out names, etched in my memory, fueled a thirst for vengeance that threatened to consume everything in its path. As the group sought refuge in the alley, my mind was a turbulent sea of conflicting emotions.
Gelo's presence, a constant reminder of my past, felt like a haunting specter, a living testament to the pain I had caused. The crossed-out names whispered accusations in the recesses of my mind, driving me further into the depths of my own fury.
"I can't let them forget. I can't let them move on," I muttered, my voice a low growl. The city, with its towering buildings and dimly lit streets, became a backdrop to my internal storm.
Presly, catching the dangerous glint in my eyes, too
