4 February 2012
He felt wolfish eyes upon him. They were alone, but even so, he felt as if strangers were hiding behind the skeletal birch trees, stalking them. He took a deep breath, trying to rein in his fears. Ge couldn't wait anymore.
He dug his left hand into the pocket of his coat, letting his fingers caress the blade.
Time to play.
Immoral • Opuss № I