로그인I work quickly, my focus narrowing down to the task. I’m wiping away the blood, trying to be as gentle as possible while my mind is screaming about Lydia and the lever. As I lean in to wrap the white bandage around his forearm, I realize how close we are. I can see the sweat beading on his forehea
"Are you okay? Tobias, talk to me!" My voice is shaking, from the fear of almost being killed by a freak stage accident. I’m hovering over him, my hands hovering mid-air because I’m terrified that if I touch him, I’ll somehow make it worse. He’s leaning heavily against a piece of equipment, his f
"God, I never thought I’d get to revisit this goddamn scene again!" I’m standing in the middle of the fake street, soaked to the bone, shivering as the overhead sprinklers pelt me with what feels like ice-cold needles. This fucking scene again! Of all the deleted scenes from the movie, it had to
"What are you even doing, Owen?" Honestly, what am I doing? I'm driving on the outskirts of town trying to find a car workshop, just because I don't think my accident was not an accident at all. I should maybe have hired a private investigator, but there are just things I think anyone but me would
The moment I step onto the threshold of my trailer, the air feels... wrong. It smells different from my usual scent, and there's this shift in the air that tells me that someone has been here. I freeze, my hand still gripping the door handle. At first glance, everything looks normal. The vanity lig
"Sir, I really must insist—Mr. Newton is in the middle of an extremely sensitive meeting. You can't just—" Miller, Deckard’s spineless excuse for an assistant, is practically jogging to keep up with me. His voice is a desperate high-pitched whine that I find more irritating than the ringing in my e







