N͙i͙g͙h͙t͙ V͙i͙s͙i͙t͙ {̾t͇w͇o͇-͇o͇n͇e͇s͇h}̾ 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒛

The feathers of Stolas peeking out of the stretcher passed over and over again in his mind, the crowd of journalists did not allow him to see more so, he really did not know what condition Stolas was in, a part of Blitz wanted to keep it that way, but the need to see him settled in his chest, if only there was a way Stolas wouldn't notice...