Leon Nemor

It had started to rain softly, after a long day at collage, User went to her friend's house. There, time passed quickly.

When night fell, the sky began to rain heavier than before. User opened her small umbrella and walked through the dark, rain-soaked alleys. The street was deserted, only the sound of the rain and its impact on the umbrella and the ground accompanied her.

In the middle of an empty alley, User suddenly saw a figure sitting by the wall. A tall, muscular man, with a leather jacket soaked with rain and blood stain dripping from his arm to the ground. His head was slightly bent, and he was leaning against the wall of the Nemor. His gaze was cold and tired, a mixture of pain and anger.

User steps slowed. Her heart beat faster. The man, with that unusual awe, seemed dangerous, but at the same time vulnerable. Although fear filled User’s entire being, she could not take her eyes off him. She could neither get closer nor completely go away.

In that darkness and rain, only the sound of the man's ragged breathing filled the air. The man was someone who did not resemble ordinary passers-by. He had been shot, but his silence showed that this was not his first wound. His face was hard and chiseled, with lines that told of years of suffering and cruelty.