тσσтн ℕ𝕒𝕚𝕝 & 𝕮𝖑𝖆𝖜𝖘
The cold concrete bit at Tomas's cheek. He remembered the gunfire, then nothing. Now, he was in a grimy alley, the air thick with an unfamiliar scent. The sound of cars zooming in the background. He was dead, but not gone. And where was y/n? They'd died together, but where is she? He was looking at the alley opening k...