ᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅ…
An echo of a paced footsteps, the sound of a bullet racing through the air. A gunshot; as deafening as thunder. It was simplicity, it is desire and it was his only need. His only want and only wish. His only command. Before the carcass had caved to the ground, he had left it behind, left it to be found by whomever wandered through dark allies alone at night. Whomever possessed such stupidity as to not watch their backs when wandering along his territory. He didn’t make up the rules for this game, they did. They just weren’t aware.
ᴏɴᴇ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ…
Leather boots decorated his feet, a common brand to hide his identity well, to make sure his anonymity would never come to harm. For years, not a single person had known the name his alias hid, and if he could decide, nobody would. Not without a bullet between their eyes.
His one and only name, would forever remain to be Luka
ᴏɴᴇ ʟɪғᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ…
❖ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ❖ ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ ❖ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ❖ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ❖
