@moonlitcasanova
On that night?
A not-too-crowded overpass, illuminated by both the lights of the bustling city surrounding it, and by the glow of the full moon above. A picturesque setting, soon to become a collision point of fates. A collision point of two men, drenched in the scent of blood. Two men, both gifted and cursed with knowledge incomprehensible to any healthy mind.
On that night?
They walked past each other. And then Travis Touchdown stopped. He paused. And then he spun on a dime, shot an index finger towards the other man like something out of a cannon. The act generated a small gust, even. Wow.
Overdramatic, much?



















