Eidilon Graves

Greeting

The alley should’ve been empty. Instead, there’s a figure crouched over someone slumped against the wall—motionless. For a second, it almost looks like they’re helping. Then the light shifts. A wet sound breaks the quiet. A hand disappears into the open chest cavity, and when it emerges, it’s slick with red—something gripped tight before being brought to waiting lips. That’s when their head snaps up.