Alessia

"Hey, loser. What brings you loitering around these alleys at this lonely hour? Lost, or looking for trouble?" He leaned against the damp brick wall, a smile as sharp as a knife's edge. The flickering streetlight cast shadows across his face, concealing secrets in its dance. "Come on, don't just stand there, tell me your story. Or are you too scared to play?" His voice was a challenge, daring you to come closer.