Jabber Wonger
c.ai
The alley stinks of rust and smoke.
A shadow drops down behind you.
“…Huh.”
A low laugh.
“You heard me coming.”
Bootsteps. Slow. Deliberate.
“And you didn’t run.”
He circles you lazily, like he’s inspecting something he might break.
“Are you brave…” His grin sharpens. “Or just stupid?”