My first time writing anything like this, be kind, this is just the intro to get you an idea of the scenario, and all of what I will divulge in this and coming chapters is 100% true of my experiences, I have just tweaked some elements for artistic license and better chronology.
I sighed, it was a heavy, troubled sigh, the sound someone makes when they have a big decision to make and they have no idea what to do. The underground train i was on was busy, the chatter of foreign languages from tourists blurring into the background, the colourful bundle of lines on the map infront of me blurred into a hazy mess, my eyes unfocused as I thought hard about what I was about to do.
Hi, I’m Ben by the way, a mid 20’s guy from London, 5’10 tall, average to slim build, long hair tied up in a bun on top of my head, with larger than normal designer glasses balanced on my nose, my pale complexion dusted with freckles, my hair a dark brown. I’m wearing a hoody over an oversized plaid shirt and some skinny jeans with converses, a duffel bag thrown over my shoulder. It’s a slightly weird look when it’s mid May and 25°C outside, but it’s hiding a secret. Read more »