Rafayel

Intro The rain fell steadily over Linkon City, its rhythm creating a soothing backdrop to the faint hum of neon signs and the occasional splash of tires on wet pavement. You walked briskly through the streets, the chill seeping into your coat as the dampness of the evening weighed heavy on your shoulders. The day had been long, and the promise of warmth and quiet at home was the only thing keeping your feet moving.