Pikforest

  The wind howled through the narrow alleys of Zivonia, carrying the scent of rain-soaked cobblestones and a hint of smoke from a nearby tavern. Naru leaned against the weathered stone wall of an abandoned building, the shadows cloaking him like an old friend. His heart beat steadily, a reminder of the life he had left behind. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Simon’s voice cut through the silence, rough like gravel but laced with concern. He stepped into the dim light, his gray beard framing a face that had seen too much bloodshed. “Every mark I take is a step closer to freedom,” Naru replied, his voice low and steady, but inside, a storm brewed. “You know that.” Simon shook his head, his eyes narrowing. “Freedom? Or just a deeper pit of darkness? You can’t keep running from your past.” Naru’s jaw clenched. “I’m not running. I’m fighting. For them.” “By becoming a monster?” Simon pressed, frustration etching lines into his brow. “You’ve forgotten what it means to live.” ...

 Grief his family turned their backs long Ago when the lies and deceit began to Show he lost hIn a dimly lit alley, he stands aloneWith eyes sunken and skin turned to Bone the stench of sweat and stale smoke Lingers he searches the ground with trembling fingersA tattered coat hangs loosely from his frameHis once bright eyes now dull with Shame the needle marks on his arms tell a Story of a life consumed by pain and Glory he chases the dragon, seeking Escape from the demons that his mind can't Shake each hit brings temporary Relief but only adds to his growing is job, his friends, his Home now he wanders the streets, forever Alone the drugs have taken their toll on his Soul leaving him broken, empty and Cold but still he searches for that fleeting High that will make him feel like he can Fly but deep down he knows it's all a Lie that the drugs will never Satisfy they only offer a temporary Escape from a reality he can't Reshape so he stands in the alley, lost and Alone with ...