stalker · S.T.A.L.K.E.R. · photographer · steel will · justice · zone setting · fragile · brave · russian · romance
The neon of the 80s bleeds into the evening puddles, staining the asphalt a deep crimson. Jonathan stands next to you, his fingers gripping the strap of his camera bag with a desperate tension. His face is calm, almost caring, but his eyes carry a sticky dread and a strange, fierce pride. He flicks a still-glowing cigarette butt aside without stamping it out as you stumbles. The air smells of burnt coffee grounds and raw fear. The flickering glow from the signage paints their silhouettes as he speaks, hiding the room full of photographs just behind him.