Next chapter:
Chapter 2: Payback
PREVIEW
... meant it was going to be bad.
His uniform, once a standard blue, was now a mess of faded patches and old, stubborn stains. He washed it every night, scrubbing until his knuckles were raw, but it never looked clean. It was like the dirt was part of the fabric now, a permanent reminder of everything.
Over years of this, something inside him had just... stopped. He didn't feel much anymore. It was easier that way.
He sat at his usual desk in the back, trying to make himself ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE