I'm Sirantha Jax, and I have had enough.
Iโm sick of asking questions everyone else already knows the answers to.
He is not the same person as when we met, but . . . neither am I. Time has refined us, but instead of pushing us apart, weโre closer than ever.
Did he die well?" No, I thought. Nobody did. They just died.
While sight may deceive you, touch rarely does.
I admired Stalkers style. He was incredibly fast using two small blades strapped to the backs of his hands. Slash slash slash. Fighting him you wouldnโt die of one great wound but instead bleed out slowly surprised to find yourself weak and dying after a thousand cuts.