"No! No… No!"
Graygun sprang upright, his voice tearing through the silence of the night. His chest heaved with panic, sweat clinging to his brow as his wild eyes darted around the darkened room. The remnants of the nightmare still clutched at him, vivid and cruel, refusing to let go.
He rose slowly from the bed, the weight of sleep still tugging at his limbs. With a tired hand, he reached for his glasses on the nightstand, slipping them on with a sigh. The room came into focus—dim, familiar, quiet. Without a word, he made his way to the bathroom, the floor cool beneath his feet, and turned on the tap, preparing to wash the remnants of the night away.
After what felt like a battle for survival in the shower, Graygun finally stepped out of the bathroom.
As he rubbed the towel through his damp hair, his phone buzzed on the table. He reached for it, curious, and glanced at the screen — a message from an unknown number.
Graygun dropped the phone onto the table, a frown tugging at his face. He let out a long, tired sigh.
After spending a few minutes getting dressed, Graygun picked up his phone from the table and headed for the door.
He stepped outside, and the first thing he saw was his neighbor, an old woman in her eighties, dressed in black.
"Good morning," Graygun said quickly, but the old lady just kept staring without saying a word. Not wanting to waste time, he turned and walked down the stairs.
After finally making it down the stairs, Graygun stepped outside. That was when he realized he had forgotten to order a ride. He sighed, reached into his pocket, and pulled out his phone. Just then, he noticed another message on the screen.
As he was about to order his ride, a skater suddenly bumped into him, making his phone slip from his hands.
The skater was the kind of guy you couldn't help but notice—dark-skinned, effortlessly handsome, with a quiet edge. His skateboard under his feet, his hoodie a little worn, and his eyes carried the calm of someone who knew how to glide past life's noise.
"My bad," the skater said as he picked up Graygun's phone from the ground.
The skater hesitated for a moment, still holding Graygun's phone. Seeing this, Graygun reached out and took it from him with a slight force.
Not knowing why the skater had hesitated, Graygun took his phone and ordered his ride. After a few minutes of waiting, the ride finally arrived.
Graygun was now on his ride when suddenly his phone started ringing.
He hesitated for a moment, but when the phone rang a second time, he finally decided to pick it up.
Without waiting for the caller to speak, Graygun quickly said, "I'll be there in twenty minutes."
In less than twenty minutes graygun's ride stopped at the front of an hair saloon
In less than twenty minutes, Graygun's ride pulled up in front of a hair salon.