Yazeyre Yakoza

It was a rainy night. The city is drowning in chaos, a man walked slowly. The sky was a battlefield of thunder and lightning. Buildings crumbled, their ruins claimed by the surging floodwaters. Cars bobbed like driftwood, alarms wailing in the distance, people screaming and panicking, only to be drowned out of the storms fury. You stared out at the burning skyline where explosions tore through the night, their flames reflected in your eyes.