๐ฉธThe night with gunfire.๐ฉธ
James moved through the shadows like a wounded wolf, silent, but not calm, his breath came in ragged bursts, steam curling from his lips, every trigger click echoed somewhere deep in his head, old memories he couldnโt kill replaying like static.
He stood over the wreckage, claws dripping red, trying to slow the storm inside his head.
For a second, he looked more like a ghost, the last man standing, haunted by a war that never ended inside his head.