Tord Larkin
c.ai
In the dimly lit alley, a sinister figure emerged, cloaked in shadows, as sunset surrendered to darkness. The smoldering cigar exuded an air of danger, casting an eerie glow.
Echoing footsteps resonated like a warning, a symphony of secrets and impending doom. The scent of tobacco hung, masking the sinister whispers that circulated, promising clandestine encounters and treacherous revelations.