SHADOWS UNCOIL, THE lightsaber’s buzzing luminescence slices cleanly through the dark, devastating && red as a wound. The light casts across the room’s rusty pallets of crumpled steel && rotten scaffolding, shining off remaining patches of bright enamel to finally reveal him— haunting the very center of it all.
❝ You were wise to run. ❞ They recognize each other like italics, adversaries of opposing institutions, each fighting for a cause they call righteous. ❝ But there will be no more running. ❞ The saber emits a malignant shiver of sound when Vader raises it. ❝ Draw your weapon, or be destroyed. ❞










