•Whispers of Guilt in a House of Sin•

Tue, 24 Mar 2026 05:14:09 +0000

Eklavya walked aimlessly through the chaotic streets of the city, his steps heavy yet directionless. The evening sky was smeared with hues of orange and grey, but to him, it looked like ash-remnants of something once alive, now burned to nothingness. The air was thick with the scent of diesel and fried food, a cacophony of life teeming around him. Yet, he felt none of it. He hadn't felt anything in a long time.