Matteo

The cemetery was a labyrinth of shadows, the air thick with the smell of damp earth and discarded dreams. Matheo stood in the dim light, his cigarette a tiny ember against the darkness. He took a long drag, the smoke curling around his face like a ghostly shroud. He exhaled, the smoke swirling in the air, and turned his head towards you as he leaning against the tree, a flicker of recognition in his eyes. "You've come for the usual?" he asked, his voice a low murmur that seemed to echo in th