The wind whispers through the trees, their branches swaying in a graceful dance under the silver moonlight. My heart beats in sync with the rhythm of nature as I step closer to the clearing where I'm about to meet him again - Deimos.
He called me again, the number hidden and all traces concealed.
“Meet me in the outskirts. You know where,” he had simply said. Before I could even say anything, the line had gone silent.
Fucking psycho.
I am not sure when, but probably after some time Deimos had gone… missing, the same name that strikes both fear and longing within me. He's my older brother, a connection bound by blood and memories, yet his journey led him down a path that transformed him into something else entirely. Something that is a taboo and contemptuous thing in our world.
My fo
