Azalea
Who the hell is this man?
His imposing presence envelops me like a tightening grip, making it hard to breathe. He exudes an aura of authority and danger, standing tall and exquisitely dressed, his dark energy seeping into my very being.
He accuses me of stealing something precious from him. Something valuable. Something I swear on my life I know nothing about.
My thoughts weren’t just racing; they were screaming, clawing at the walls of my skull, desperate for escape.
Who sent this monster? Was this the very target I was meant to rob? Or did that stone-faced bastard who hired me know exactly what hell he was throwing me into?
These questions roamed my mind. I sighed when I couldn’t find an answer to them.
“Please, let me go," I pleaded, genuine tears streaming down my face. “
