
New York City never sleeps, but I've learned to dance with it's darkness. Every street has a ghost, every deal leaves a scar. My hands are stained with too many sins to count, but guilt is a luxury i can't afford. Tonight, the rain slicks the pavement like ink spilled across a page, and i blend into the shadows, another phantom in the night. A simple job- exchange, payment, vanish. But that's when i see those wide, uncertain eyes. Ethan collaway.Todos os Direitos Reservados
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