
by J.R.
One phone call. One desperate friend. One match. I didn't mean to become a monster; I only meant to be a brother. But to break the walls that imprisoned my friend’s heart, I had to watch the city burn.
| # | Title | Words |
|---|---|---|
| 0 | the sky of blood | 0 |
| 1 | The phone call | 0 |
| 2 | The master stroke | 0 |
| 3 | The girl in the flame | 0 |
| 4 | The mirror | 0 |
| 5 | The truth |
| 0 |
| 6 | The bitter smile | 0 |