This Bloody Ruin
Maybe from the outside he’s not very memorable. I mean, you’ve probably seen him. He serves coffee at that place on the corner.
But if you knew the right way of looking, you’d never forget him. He’s a shattered marvel, this one. A battered and battle-scarred soldier, a pauper king. His throat is raw from screaming and his fists bruised from cracking the earth wide open.
You don’t know what he’s been through. You haven’t seen the things he can do. Every day it gets a little bit worse, and he gets a little bit brighter.
If only you knew.