Lay Your Love

Story Prolonge:

"Grey skies filled with almost black clouds, all the smoke over the years has finally filled the clouds with its toxic pollution. Not a single piece of light pierced through, the ground was pure white. Covered in snow, but the once white and pure innocent snow had crimson flex in it. This was a graveyard, the front lines. And the only man who was standing had a flask in hand. He was walking forward to the enemy's base, cursing their commander's existence while shaking thanks to the freezing weather."

A shitty TordTom story, shitty in a way of it will mentally fuck you over.