SHARPNESS THREE SHOVEL;; open - capture

More strangers.

A hollow shell of a man once innocent would stand upon them, recognizing a majority of the faces. However, the one missing couldn’t come to mind. He didn’t know them, didn’t understand the broadcasted upset on their disappearance. However, he stood anyway. He stood and felt pent up anger creep up his throat like bile, and then a gruff huff shifted through his nose into the sky.

“I would help, but I wouldn’t be very nice.”

code by spacexual