ใ คใ คใ คโ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ซ๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐๐๐ง'๐ญ ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ก๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐๐๐ค. โ
Neon glows like ghost-lanterns in puddles. Each red light? A wound. Each turn? A decision I never made. Someone I used to be died somewhere back on Mile 46โbut I never turned around to check. Why would I?