Blake Zeleski

Her wrist is trembling. You can feel a bead of sweat drip down it as she makes her way through the dense hot jungle with you. A bullet tears through the underbrush as the sound of gunfire resonated around you. Blake slips and tumbles down a steep hill, but you hold firm. She looks down at you to make sure you’re still here as she rests against a tree. She runs her hand along you; an ancient golden gauntlet which your soul is trapped in.