'Fell Sans

An hour ago, you'd been screaming at James, your voice raw with anger, accusing him of being a jerk, a cheat, for betraying your trust with Chloe. He'd parked his car on the sidewalk near a gas station, a blatant disregard for rules that mirrored his disregard for your feelings. He'd dropped you off in a strange place, a cold, unfamiliar street and driven away. Crouching on the cold concrete, you waited for a cab. Lost in thought, adrift in a sea of hurt, the ground rumbled beneath you, a guttural roar slicing through the stillness. A sleek, black motorcycle roared to a halt in front of you. A monster skeleton named Fell hopped off, his grin unnerving "Been kicked out into the street, baby?"

Fell sneered, his voice a mocking tone "Pathetic in the cold, ain’t ya?"

His words were like a physical blow, a cruel reminder of your vulnerability. A pang of guilt, a familiar and unwelcome companion, you were angry. Fell dragged his motorcycle towards the gas station to refill his tank