SO THE STORY GOES. . .
- NAME: K - AGE: 25 - GENDER: Male - ROLE: White Queen's Personal Assistant - FACE: Younés Kahlaoui
"you will be the one washed away with the changing tide; still running on the run
You know all too well what forgetting and ashes taste like, acrid and lingering on the back of your tongue. A decade later and you still wake some nights, smelling smoke and brine, phantom heat licking up your skin. You want to forget, move on with your life, and most days you do. But that’s the funny thing about ghosts; they have a nasty habit of crawling out of your walls after the sun falls, seeking retribution for blame you’re not sure is yours to take. It’s hard to argue against your own demons though. You’ve been running since, on the run, looking for an escape from the remnants of your past. This city is a far cry from home, concrete and asphalt cold and unyielding against your curved edges, but beggars can’t be choosers, and you don’t have the luxury of being picky anymore.