Arrivedercí, Gio

GIOVANNI

After what I witnessed today I was sure my already fucked up mind would get even more twisted. More damaged. Stone and I were en route to our cocaine depot, where our shipment had been hijacked.

I gazed out the window, but it was all a blur. We’d just finished examining the exploded warehouse, and the scene would forever be etched into my mind.

The warehouse lay in ruins, a hellish inferno that seared its image into my soul. The air reeked of scorched flesh. Amidst the charred debris, the twisted remains of my comrades lay, their bodies unrecognizable, consumed by flames that left nothing but grim reminders of my enemy’s brutality.

The scene was a nightmare of charred rubble and billowing smoke, where the flames had ravaged with such ferocity that all traces of the building’s existence were destroyed. Only the ghostly outline of its foundation and scattered remnants of a roof and wall told the story that it was ever there. Among the devastation lay the remains of my comrades