𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠:⠀⠀Breathing My Last
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༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩𓆪༻༺𓆩

The city streets are crowded for the holidays, but the cheer is a thin mask. Even with the rain washing over the concrete, the filth doesn't rinse away. It just settles in the cracks.

Hidden in the chaos, they’re waiting. The predators. The "element" ready to strike like a nest of vipers. They think the crowd is their cover. They think the noise is their shield.

But I’m there, watching.

Two years of the night have burned away the man I used to be. I’ve become a ghost in the machine of this city. I choose my targets with the precision of a surgeon and the coldness of the wind.

It’s a sprawling labyrinth, and they say I can't be everywhere. That’s the lie that keeps them awake at night. Because if they can’t see me, I’m behind every corner. If they can’t hear me, I’m the heartbeat in their ears.

They look at the dark alleys and think I’m hiding in the shadows. They don't understand.

I am the shadows. When the light hits the clouds, it isn't just a signal. It’s a warning. To them, it’s a death knell. To me... it’s home.
༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩𓆪༻༺𓆩

In the game of life, the quiet player is always the most dangerous. 🖤