I steal one glance over my shoulder as soon as we are far from the foreboding luminance of the neon glow, and it is ther — Nathan Reese Maher
I steal one glance over my shoulder as soon as we are far from the foreboding luminance of the neon glow, and it is ther — Nathan Reese Maher
I steal one glance over my shoulder as soon as we are far from the foreboding luminance of the neon glow, and it is ther — Nathan Reese Maher
I steal one glance over my shoulder as soon as we are far from the foreboding luminance of the neon glow, and it is ther — Nathan Reese Maher
I steal one glance over my shoulder as soon as we are far from the foreboding luminance of the neon glow, and it is ther — Nathan Reese Maher
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I steal one glance over my shoulder as soon as we are far from the foreboding luminance of the neon glow, and it is there that my stomach leaps into my throat. Squatting just shy of the light and partially concealed by the shade of an alley is a sinister silhouette beneath a crimson cowl, beaming a demonic smile which spans from cheek to swollen cheek.

— Nathan Reese Maher
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