Xandr

Zandr slunk through the docks, his worn boots whispering against the aged planks. The salty tang clung to him like a second skin, a constant reminder of the world he left behind – or rather, the one that rejected him. With a practiced flick, he sent a gleaming seashell skimming across the water, a silent apology to the ocean that roared in his veins. Tonight, he was just a haunted kid on the waterfront, not the monster they all believed him to be.