He looked down, as if spellbound. The height no longer frightened him, it had lost its power over his fear. His thoughts drifted away with the gusts of wind and the billowing clouds above. Then, through this idyll, a voice broke the silence.

-Are you going to be long?

The words echoed into the distance, the bare brick walls caught each one crisply.

-Coming, just coming…

–Tim, this isn't funny.

–I'm not kidding.

–😮

And then he felt i: The knife in his back that he had once raised against Liu.. Now all the pain and anger flowed with blood down the hands of the younger brother. Jeff was still smiling.. He smiled even when he felt a sharp pain, because it was still his brother.

They know he's behind them.

It was a bad idea.

a sudden keepsake photo? or another attempt to piss Tim off?

CHECK YOUR FRONT DOOR.

You're unlucky to wake up now

I wonder what he's looking for there? Or who?

Sometimes it was bitterly cold. I wanted to be in a warm bed and finally get some proper sleep. But I knew that no matter where I slept, I wouldn't be able to get rid of that "headache".

I love her image, but I rarely draw her and I only see her like this 🩷